My first fic, Yay, GO ME! This is a poem from Zeke's point of view, after he looses to Yoh in the tournament. Please please PLEASE review, because this will tell me if I should do any more shaman king fics, or try something else, so the more reviews, the better. Enjoy! -
Looking into self
My life,
My legacy,
My failure,
All twist into one downward spiral of despair
Choking me;
Smothering me;
Murdering me.
My blood runs crimson once again
But I am anything but human
A foreigner by all definition
No reason to speak
Just wait for the pain to end
For my disasters to disappear
To be banished from my mind
But they never will
I am forever hunted
Forever a joke
Forever alone.
They did this to me:
Those who were meant to join me,
Meant to be by my side,
Those who should of knelt at my feet,
Privileged to be in my presence
My glory which knew no limits
Power not even matched my the unknown
A God
In my own rite.
So how is it I was defeated?
How is it
That the great fall before the week;
The insignificant;
The unworthy?
My pride is smashed by those I loathe
So sharp;
So deadly;
Ripping my flesh,
Causing more of my blood to spill
Until my existence;
My mortality;
My sprit;
Is nothing more than a memory.