What Rhymes with 'Titan?

by Saint H

Raven, being an empath, has a lot of emotional weight from her close friends. So much its starting to become a burden to her. She finds one thing does help relieve the stress... writing poems about her friends.

1. What Rhymes with Robin

What Rhymes with 'Titan'?

Disclaimer: I own all of these poems, every single word of them. Use them and I sue with my mad lawyer-hiring skillz.

Prologue….A few years after the defeat of the Brotherhood of Evil and the expansion of the Titans to include the many honorary Titans, Raven has grown very proficient in her magical arts. Her power and her control over them has increased vastly and continues to increase thusly. However her power of empathy has grown to an alarming height to where she can feel even the most acute of emotions without even wanting to. This is no truer than with the original Titans. So overwhelmed is the mystic blue lady of the shade by the emotions of her friends that she releases them the only way she finds effective… poetry.

And so begins the Poetry Logs of Raven…

Chapter One: What rhymes with Robin?

A shaded girl of blue gracefully floated into a small room. She purged her slender, curvaceous form of a large and musty blue robe that had a visible aura of an ancient library and the very contradicting smell of burning mortar and battle smoke.

Her blue hair was tossed and frazzled but she soon ran a pale hand thru it, laying it down peacefully.

After a few minutes of becoming relaxed, the lady of some teen years crossed her room and picked up a book and a pen. She then walked back to her bed and fell down, with odd and purposeful un-grace, letting the pillows and mattress consume her as the aches ran out of her muscles. She let out a satisfied groan as the wear and tear of the day seeped out of her small form. She then opened the book and took up the pen and gave the paper a look as if something was still nagging at the back of her being.

She proceeded to put ink to paper, what she wrote is what follows:

I am Raven of the Titans and this is my diary, ugh, diary is such a childish term. I'll have to come up with a better title for this recreational project of mine. I should surely be meditating or helping younger Titans with training but lately, well, I've been feeling an urge. And urge to write…

Today's subject, as his emotional gusto is at the forefront of my migraine, will be the worlds avatar for testosterone…

"What Rhymes with Robin?"

Songbird Singing,

Flying thru the trees,

Foe struck staff ringing,

And fell foe to his knees.

King of this concrete jungle,

Over which we lord,

Pressure on you a bundle,

And the responsibility you horde.

I sense your plight,

As I do the other four,

And I thought I just might,

Turn them into something more…

…

In the thin pages of the book, Robin Poem, Number 1 was scribbled neatly, and afterward was written…

"TRUDGE!"

Nose broken,
Eyes blacken,
Legs limp,
Body smoking,
Lip bleeding,
Finger throbbing,
Spine cracking,
Shoulder SNAPPING!

What do I say,
To this Pain,
That won't go away

I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
Nose broken, Eyes blacken,
I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
Legs limp, Body smoking,
I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
Lip bleeding, Finger throbbing,
I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
Spine cracking, shoulder SNAPPING!

Trudge on thru the pain,
Trudge on thru the pain,
Trudge on thru the pain,
Trudge on to your reign,

Sweat on my skin,
Vision getting blurry,
Breath running thin,
Getting weaker in a hurry,
Body shutting down,
Enemy's gonna win,
In my loss will I drown,
Never to rise again.

What do I say,
To this Pain,
That won't go away

I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
Sweat on my skin, Vision getting blurry,
I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
Breath running thin, Getting weaker in a hurry,
I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
Body shutting down, Enemy's gonna win,
I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
In my loss will I drown, Never to rise again,

Trudge on thru the pain,
Trudge on thru the pain,
Trudge on thru the pain,
Trudge on to your reign!

Nose broken, Eyes blacken,(I'm Alive! I'm Alive!)
Legs limp, Body smoking,(I'm Alive! I'm Alive!)
Lip bleeding, Finger throbbing,(I'm Alive! I'm Alive!)
Spine cracking, Shoulder SNAPPING!
I'm Alive, I'M ALIVE!

At this Trudging pace,
I'll never survive,
Get left behind by the race,
Because of my lack of drive,
Trudging in this pain,
Thru which I constantly strive,
Will never be enough,
To Keep Me Alive!

Nose broken, Eyes blacken,(I'm Alive! I'm Alive!)
Legs limp, Body smokin,(I'm Alive! I'm Alive!)
Lip bleeding, Finger throbing,(I'm Alive! I'm Alive!)
Spine cracking, Shoulder SNAPPING!
I'm Alive,

I'M ALIVE!

…

Raven sighed with relief. She set down her pen, rolled her neck, and picked up the nearly empty book to inspect the empathic poem she had piously scribbled upon the thin paper pages of the tome with a vigor that would have awed the most voracious of writers.

A small smile crossed her lips, "Yes, that is something very reminiscent of him. The words almost look like they came from his mouth."

…

Underneath the poetic description of her leader's inner thoughts she neatly scripted the following.

I believe this form of release from my long time companions emotions will work quite well. This poem for Robin not only reflects the emotions I constantly sense from him, but I also feel purged of his emotional weight. Perhaps this should continue. But, alas, I have duties to attend. Till next time.

Raven