Crowning of the King
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Shaman King series.
Summary:
Fire is pain. Fire is purity.
Worthless humans killed my mother.
They're so small. Unable to change themselves.
Inclined to follow the King from 500 years ago, even when the Earth is withering and dying.
His system. His insatiable hunger for money.
The Eye of Providence, watching them as he played his cards.
I have known their thoughts for even longer.
The previous Shaman King rigged it so the pyramid would remain his vision of the most illuminated.
His unfair utopia, the new King would skewer and crush.
I make the change they won't.
But I do it to clear the board and create the world I want, not to save them.
Humans – I hate them.
A waste of oxygen.
My hatred flares, the heat of the sun.
My power, my prominence. Derived from the stars themselves.
Comets and meteors.
Every spirit that is – that has ever existed – absorbed by the gravity of my black hole.
The black ashes left after my house burned.
I couldn't armour myself to destroy them then.
And so the curse of loneliness. Of reading minds.
Every spirit but the souls who've eluded me for so many years over my three lives.
Feel good, Yoh.
You and those close to you can watch from the communes in comfort.
As the humans suffer the new King's revenge and the world in the old King's image goes supernova.
Fire is pain.
Fire is purity.