Hello again! Back with another poem!
Yes, the answer to the last poem was Tia's point of view to Zatch. And that was my first poem with a mamodo talking to a different one. Heh, now, who can guess who is talking in this poem?
Lost
I came to this world without memory
Of whom I was in the past
All the days are flying by
And my adventures are way too fast
But still I will always wonder
Will I ever regain what is lost?
Every day I ponder
About what I used to be like
Everyone says I was weak
And had zero friends
But now the two things I seek
Are very important to me
To become a benevolent king
And to regain what is lost
Every day I wonder
What is will be the cost,
Of having to battle my kin?
Will they change their mind?
And no longer think me weak?
Or will they still act,
Like the rude ones that they are?
Some mamodos are whacked
And fight to receive power
But why can't they enjoy,
The simple things like a flower?
My powers were unleashed
At an unexpected time
I will never cease
Fighting in battles
For it is my destiny
All around the world
Mamodos come to fight me
I don't always want to fight
And some don't want to either
I'll only do what's right,
And try to help friends in need
They say there are no allies
During the battle for king
But I listen to all the cries
Of how some wish it was all over
As I continue to fight,
I'll always remain lost
For my memories have been forgotten
And whatever the cost
I'll find them even if they're rotten