I Am
I am one of the superior,
An angel of Cruxis who guides this world,
Respected and praised by all,
Worshipped by human and elf alike.
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Yet I am one of the inferior,
A half-elf who was always mocked,
Eyed with scorn and disrespect,
By both human and elf alike.
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Both of my bloods hate me,
Yet both of them love me, in a way,
Once scoffed at, once laughed at,
Then praised as a legend and a hero.
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I was considered a dirty outsider,
Cast away from my home village,
Forced to drink muddy water,
Then I became an angel?
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Worshipped by all and praised by all?
Previously struggling and suffering?
Is this what an angel deserves?
Must all of them go through the same pain?
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Slowly losing their souls for wings . . .
Slowly losing their emotions for praise . . .
Forgetting about their past misery,
Forgetting about being called dirty names.
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What it means to become an angel,
Is to forget the insults thrown,
Live an endless life without a thought,
No thoughts about those stupid beings,
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I am both inferior and superior,
Once a half-elf mocked by all,
Now an angel praised by all,
I share the blood of those I hate.
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I am the lowest of the low and the greatest of the great.
But . . .
Who am I, really?
In case you couldn't tell, this is a poem about Mithos. Yep, he's both inferior and superior . . .this poem just came to me suddenly. Meh, if I had made it rhyme, it wouldn't have been so easy to write. LOL.
BTW, here's the disclaimer:
Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia.
Thanks for reading and hope you liked it!
