Wow...I got reviews. xD
Well, I KNEW that.
Oookay, so this poem is longer. And still about Zuko! D I seem to always write poems about depressing stuffs...Anyways, I was writing this randomly on the computer (while supposed to be doing homework) and I decided to upload it...randomly. Sooo, I'd like to thank:
- midianek(here's your longer poem)
- Blaze83(and here's your update. xD)
- The Violent Tomboy(why thank you!)
- Arekisu(-faints- favorite...author...ever!)
- alliwantislove(well, not exactly a different subject...but still another poem! D)
- High Voltage Girl(CHEETAH! xD)
- M.A.M.S.K.B. Rion5659(more sadness...-nods-)
- Mallaidh(more poems! D and thankee-sai! -cough- sorry, I seem to be obsessed with Steven King at the moment)
- JunkFood(did you here it's Azula? I heard it on the message boards...-ponders- and thank you too!)
and...
- Ginger Guardian Angel(-hugs- and I think you're off to a GREAT start on your fanfiction by the way! and...I geuss I'm satisfying the readers...)
This poem may not be liked by you...And if it's not: I really don't care.
But, review anyways: and I'll be your friend...If it's a NON-FLAMING review that is. -winks-
So, without further ado (or something like that) a DISCLAIMER! D
I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender. And I don't even want to think about what would happen if I did. OO;
I now present: Killed by Fire
The life,
that was his life.
It is gone,
killed by fire.
Left alone,
all alone.
He is gone,
killed by fire.
A hope,
a distant hope.
That is nearly impossible to reach,
consumed by fire.
Shredded to bits was his honor,
that was once whole.
It is gone,
consumed by fire.
A chance he may take,
but a risk he always carries.
And a life taken in the process,
would be destroyed by fire.
So difficult to control,
always yearning for freedom.
The freedom to destroy.
Destroy with fire.
An eye for an eye,
a life for a life,
a burn for a burn.
Burns caused by fire.
The life that was taken,
killed by fire,
is a life in its own.
That may not be relived.
But, for every life taken away:
there is one to replace it.
And so, the death of his life
allowed him to live.
A life controlled by fire,
where hope is obliterated,
where chances are taken,
where paths are obscured.
But, there is always a path.
However difficult the path may be.
For it cannot be destroyed,
killed by fire.