Hi, Rocky Wolf. How are you doing? I'm hungry, and those chocolate-covered raisins are looking mighty tempting...
Oh, sorry. Anyway, here's the next one. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I'm spelling the following out in chocolate covered raisins: "I don't own Teen Titans."
Bandages wrapped around a stick-thin body
Skin so pale; she's lost too much blood
Body battered: bruised and punished
Sparks flying like electroshock therapy
Eyes lost: empty and full, so full
Toned muscles; toned doesn't mean unbreakable
Hands shaking with power that must result in death: her own
Sparks flying like electroshock therapy
Lips forming words; broken promises, broken hearts
Fists clenched, eyes closed in concentration
Concentration, control
Sparks flying like electroshock therapy
Arms spread in defiance; she defied the world, and everyone who trusted her
Teeth clenched; try to overrule the pain
Try to expunge the poison from your blood
Sparks flying like electroshock therapy
Lava flowing like a gift from above
Warm washing over her cold body to turn everything to stone
But her heart beats a few more times; she's lost so much blood
Heat pulses, but does not prevail
And the sparks die under the wave of lava
And the therapy is over
And her life has ended; her life has begun
Okay, so in case it wasn't clear that was about Terra. I have no recollection of where my inspiration for that one came from. Do you read the 80s New Teen Titans comics? Because I wrote a poem about Wally but I'm not sure if I should put it in here or as a seperate thing under comic. Eh, whatever. Read and review. You're already half way there!