Lord Cynic: "Back from an unscheduled break. I meant to be writing an Air fanfic (see my Journey poem if you don't know what it is), but my mind's all meshed and I ended up spending 2-3 days writing… not too many poems. Ugh. Anyways, this couple I'll keep secret until the end of the poem. Should be easy to pick out at the end, but I'll spill the beans just in case. Enjoy!"
Lord Cynic: "I don't own Golden Sun."
Hidden emotions
Solemn stares,
Through tempestuous eyes.
Tears that shed,
From traitorous lies.
He bid her goodbye,
Without a second glance.
She watched him leave,
Frozen in a trance.
No explanation, no excuse,
Not even a goodbye hug.
She bit back the words wanted to shriek:
"You selfish, ungrateful thug!"
Yet, she stood back, her body rigid and stiff,
Not trusting herself with her thoughts.
Her mouth was dryer than a desert,
Her throat so mercifully hoarse.
He felt a guilty pang,
From the depths of his heart.
But he knew of his mission,
Thus the reason they were forced to part.
He committed such a wrong,
That he yearned dearly to do right.
He was determined to return,
After the end of a long and arduous fight.
Still, she didn't care, not a little bit,
What he'd done didn't matter at all.
All she wanted, just one little thing,
Was to break his emotional wall.
She knew he loved her,
Even if he refused to show it.
For why wouldn't she love,
A mutual disapproval of Garet?
Lord Cynic: "Yeah, it's supposed to be FelixKay. What do we call that in shipping terms? I'm not sure myself… I just tried to improvise as far as the feelings in this thing go. Maybe it worked… maybe it didn't."