What Rhymes with 'Titan'?
Saint H's Only Author Note: Heh, you spoil me Raider. XD
Chapter Two: What Rhymes with Beast Boy?
Raven sat atop the roof of the Tower, the blazing sun casting down warmth upon the mystic maiden.
Her cloak was torn in one place, and there was a fresh bruise from earlier today forming on her neck.
But she paid these no attention as she continued with her repetitious enunciation of the words, "Azarath… Metrione… Zinthos…"
She opened her eyes with a sigh, her whole body balanced and relaxed…
…except for one thing.
With but an impulse she pulled the cosmic strings of existence and magically sank into the concrete beneath her. Only to reappear in her room, lounging on her bed.
She looked over with half lidded eyes at the desk beside her bed. There lie a few things of interest to the blue girl.
A thick reading book, a lamp with a simple black shade, and one other book. A pen lying atop it.
She grasped these and began to script.
Despite the rigors of being a superhero, my life is as normal as possible. Kori is in an exceptional mood as Dick as started being more, as she put it, open and loving towards her.
I find it odd that this behavior begun the day after I wrote the poem extracting his emotional weight from my subconscious. I wonder if it will be thusly with my new poem, as this particular friend of mine, usually jovial all the day thru, has been quite melancholy lately. Today's subject is the jokester of the Titans.
"What Rhymes with Beast Boy"
The Trickster and the Jester,
Are the parts you play,
Ignoring and allowing your pain to fester,
Each and every day,
Pain of loss inside you grow,
Unimaginable in size,
Surely you must know,
To the surface it must rise,
I sense your plight,
As I do the other four,
And I thought I might,
Turn it into something more,
Amongst the weathered pages of the nearly empty book Beast Boy Poem, Number 1 was printed neatly, following was this…
"All Alone Again..."
Alone...
Alone again...
Feeling like I can never win...
Alone...
Alone again...
Cold dead breath on my chin...
She gone, I'm cold, I'm wronged, feeling old, and...
Alone...
Alone again...
She gone...
Gone again...
So wrong...
I'll never win...
Alone... (She's gone...)
Alone again...( She's gone again...)
My heart is turning to stone...
And falling out heartless, like a man of tin...
My parents dead...
Dead again...
My lover dead...
Dead again...
My heart is dead...
Dead again...
I'll never ever win...
I'm dead...
I'm dead again...
All Alone Again...
Alone...
Raven looked sadly at the sullen script she had just written empathically from the mind of her green friend. Below it she added.
I sincerely hope that Dick's alleviation of
emotion was due to my poem, because Garfield is still having a hard time with Tara.
On the bright side… his emotions are out of
my mind and I'm so relaxed and comfortable it should be illegal.
In fact I think I may take a nap after writing this, being
in my comphy bed and still sore from the earlier battler and all. Till next time.
Rav…
The ink of the half-formed 'e' droped off the page in a sharp slant. The blue lady slumbered.