AN: Of all the poems so far, this one's been the hardest to write. (Mostly because I must badmouth my favorite character) Plus, I don't think it's one of my strongest pieces... but that may just be the insomnia talking. You be the judge.
You claim to despise him
For who his he
For what he is
For what he has
Everything he stands for
The comrades he stands with
That a myriad of aneurisms are unleashed
Every time the constant prattle
This infuriating self-righteous minister
Stands upon his pedestal
Speaking of outlandish, idealistic notions of the power of unity
Of loyalty and faith
A false prophet long worn out his welcome
For long ago you learned
Faith is but a hollow fable
Loyalty too great a gamble
And unity a patheticfaçade
Frail and easily broken
This you leaned long ago
The hard way
You claim to abhor him
For what he did to you
He pilfered your pride, yes
And yes, the your prized title with it
But he also purloined something more
Like a bandit in a shroud of shadows
He crept into the steadfast citadel
Guarding a lifeless heart
The coroner passed judgment on much too soon
The wicked cur toppled your citadel
And it shattered
A thousand splinters glinting in the sun
They drove mercilessly into your core
Ripping, gnashing, goring, shredding
Old, scabbed over wounds opened
Gushing anew
Agony thought forever banished
Never to be heard from again
For it is an easier life with a perished soul
The horrors cannot reach you
Nor the world's splendor
A greater blessing still
For nothing beautiful stays pure and nothing gold can stay
In the end it betrays abandons you
Battered, wretched, and frail
To have a dead soul is to have a safe one
He stole this from you.
Resurrecting the deceased
Back into the blinding light of the sun
Just as the Gods
His ancestors
Did centuries ago
...Of course, not that you believe any of that
It matters not
What matters is he stole your repose
Your fortress
Your dignity
And no one steals from Seto Kaiba
It is for this
You truly despise him
Not a soul you long to crush more
Bring the monarch to his knees
As he did to you
You hate him
Because you cannot defeat him
And you hate him
Because you need him
Reliant on his victory
And your eternal defeat
For without the prize
Life is hollow
There is nothing left to strive for.