Bakura thought it was he, and only he, who ruled the darkness. Now he discovers another shadow in the night, one far older and greater than he.He curses his existence, for he thought there was no other supreme being above him, and in doing so, hebecomes...
The Devil's Advocate
The darkening sky bodes ill will to all,
As angry clouds and torment swirl around
I stand, snow haired beneath the eye of the storm,
My silent lips moving yet barely making a sound.
I curse to the Heavens! To everything golden and good.
To the paradise that in my mortal past I have forsaken!
I spurn from the world and cry out in anguish
For the life of my soul that from me has been taken.
Did I not know that I served a higher entity?
That it was not my own commands I had been obeying?
Was it not even I in control of my destiny?
In the hurricane's rage I see His ascending body swaying
His crimson eyes smirk, a grin plays on His lips
I feel myself dance to the inexorable rhythm of His hips
For behind the hypnotic allurement of His charismatic sighs
A burning soul lies behind the Devil's eyes.
A soul that is every bit as tortured as mine,
Scarred from the battles and plagues of time.
A ruthless, pitiless, merciless soul,
Is the one that gazes and swallows me whole.
Be my advocate, He whispers, in the corners of my mind,
I can't choose but to obey and slowly He unwinds.
Now forever am I bound, to the devil's right hand side.
Yet I do not regret this, and together in the night, we ride.
Wise one, for together we shall see things great and small!
The Devil says to His advocate, as they dance at His timeless ball.
Sakina: What did you do that for? Why did you sign a contract with the Devil himself? (wide eyed)
Bakura: Do not worry, your cheap mortal mind cannot begin to comprehend the implications of this bargain, and once I am done, there is always a way out!
Sakina: Whatever you say…
Another poem written in writer's block. I just can't find any inspiration for my stories, sob!
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