The theme song played, the red curtains opened, and a blue-haired man sat down in an easy-chair. The spotlight shined on the man as he brought his hands to his crossed legs and stated calmly over the roaring audience. "Good morning boys and girl. And welcome to the greatest poetry show ever. Poetry Corner: With (me) Legato Bluesummers."
The audience became even louder as he stood and bowed the audience. "Now, in case your fragile minds have forgotten, todays guests are Leonof The Puppet Master, Zazie the Beast, E.G. Mine, and Chapel of the Evergreen."
The audience cheered again. "Now, for our first guest, Le- wait…I think we will save the best for last. Lets bring out Zazie the Beast. With his poem, Higher Being."
Everyone looked around for the blonde-haired little boy, but instead saw the boy known as Fudo stand up in the audience. "Here I am, Legato." Said a familiar voice inside the boy.
"Ah, Zazie, a new victim I see?"
"Well of course." The boy laughed. "Well, after that damn priest shot the old one."
Legato laughed, "Yeah…" Legato stood and greeted the boy with a handshake. "Well, what type of poem do you have to share with us?"
Zazie smiled, taking a seat next to Legato on the couch. "The easiest kind. Free verse."
Legato waved at him to start his poem, allowing Zazie to start reading.
"I look like them
But I am not
I am better
More mature
More grown up
Smarter
Stronger
I am a beast
I am a demon
And I shall never die"
Legato and the rest of the audience clapped and whistled at the wonderful poem. "That was very…odd.." Legato stated, before pulling the boy up from the couch and pushing him towards the "door". "Bye now!"
Legato turned back to the audience, "Okay, now for our next guest, with hopefully a better, and less contradictory poem."
Sitting back down, he sighed as he realized who the next guest was. "Everyone welcome, E.G. Mine." He said blankly.
The scrawny man walked out to the stage, everyone awing at the sight of him without his famous suit of needles. "Yeah yeah…"
He walked over to Legato, not allowing the blue-haired man to talk as he said. "Don't worry Legato, I'm just going to say my poem and leave."
"No one trusts me
All betray me
Laugh at me
Call me names
Spit your insults
I'm still confident
I will succeed
With or without you
I will carry on
On my own
With only confidence
And trust from within
Myself."
With that E.G. walked back towards the door. Suddenly stopped by the surprising applaud from the audience, he turned, smiling. He took a quick bow in his moment of fame before walking back out the door.
Even Legato clapped, then calmed himself as he was ready to introduce the next guest. "Next up is my dear friend Chapel of the Evergreen."
The audience cheered once more as the dark clothed bald man walked through the stage door and sat down quietly, laying his cross next to him.
"Welcome, Chapel." Legato greeted, nodding to the man next to him.
"Hello Legato." He said blandly, pulling out a folded up piece of paper from his jacket. "I came here with my poem 'Regret'."
"Good." The blue-haired man commented, gesturing him to stand. "Well lets hear it."
Chapel cleared his throat, slowly unfolding the paper and standing center stage.
"Looking down upon us from the heavens
My only son
I taught him greatly since he was seven
And killed him
And I'd do anything to take them back
Those bullets
And treat him with the love I lack
From my heart"
Legato was brought to tears from the emotion in which Chapel spoke, handing a tissue to himself and his guest who was also crying. "Chapel, that was simply beautiful."
Chapel smiled teary-eyed. "I guess it was my way of apologizing to Nicholas."
Legato nodded. "And what a fine way to do so."
Chapel walked out of the room without another word as Legato told him goodbye.
"Now, for our last poem of the evening. Everyone welcome Leonof the Puppet Master."
Leonof, slowly but surely, made it to the stage, dragging the well known coffin behind him. "Hello, Master Legato. It is a pleasure to be here on your children's show."
Legato greeted him warmly, shaking his hand and helping the old man sit down. "Yes, and you have a wonderful poem to read to us, do you not?"
"Well it's just another one of my rambling pieces. Honestly I'd have to say I have written better."
"Well would you like to read it to us?"
"Not really, but I will anyways." The old man smiled, standing up and reciting a memorized poem.
"In the coffin that drags behind
Lies the maiden so fare and fine
The woman who once stole my heart
Whose beauty was a work of art
She left me all alone with tears in her eyes
I held her close as we said our goodbyes
But I couldn't let my darling love
Fly without me up above
So instead of leaving her in the ground
Wherever I go I drag her around
In the coffin wherever I am
Leaving a trail of rising sand"
The audience was speechless at the great poem. "That was amazing." Legato said, sitting the man back down. "Just for that I think you deserve a place on our wall of honors."
As the last three words were spoken corny music played in the background as another curtain opened to reveal a blank wall. "OH GRAFFITI MAN!" Legato yelled in an out of character voice.
A man in a spray paint costume ran out to the stage, past Legato to the blank brick wall. Within seconds the poem and author was on the wall in graffiti style writing. The man then ran once again backstage.
Legato smiled as Leonof stood up. "Well I must go, I'm afraid I have some other jobs in which I must attend to." He bowed to Legato, he and his coffin walking/dragging off stage.
"Well that's it for our show." Legato smiled. "I hope you come back to the next one where we have the cast of the original show Trigun share their poems."
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