I wrote this piece for the ASN's Halloween exchange last October. My secret recipient was arasam22, who listed Irko (non-romantic) as one of her favorite relationships. I'm still new to poetry, but I think this came out pretty well.
The Haunting of Ba Sing Se
Slowly crept the mute Blue Spirit.
He used the Dark, did not fear it.
His swords were tied to body black,
Defense in case the Light struck back.
Slowly crept the mute Blue Spirit.
Many nights had seen his visage,
Only donned to haunt and pillage.
This time he ghosted Ba Sing Se,
To taint false peace with mischief fey.
Many nights had seen his visage.
Ba Sing Se was brimmed with fear.
Unwary souls could disappear.
Demons controlled this gilded place,
To eyes they were of human race.
Ba Sing Se was brimmed with fear.
The wise stayed home where love could shield.
Towards thieves and spies, the doors were sealed.
Yet Spirit Blue did brave the night,
To enact a plan of pure spite.
The wise stayed home where love could shield.
A modest shop had raised his ire,
He willed revenge of purging fire.
In day they came to sip hot tea,
Unmasked he served on bended knee.
A modest shop had raised his ire.
No walls or locks could keep him out,
He always found a hidden route.
He slipped inside as midnight passed.
The time for flame was coming fast.
No walls or locks could keep him out.
He sensed that he was not alone.
In back he saw a candle shone.
Iroh was working a late shift,
To blend the leaves so sure and swift.
He sensed that he was not alone.
Why would his Uncle be here late?
He should be home, full and sedate.
Did love for tea rob him of sleep,
Or devils in his dreams did creep?
Why would his Uncle be here late?
Blue Spirit did fly, unfulfilled.
He could not risk Iroh be killed.
Alone again the old man smiled,
Pleased to outsmart his wayward child.
Blue Spirit did fly...
...unfulfilled.
END
