A/N: (Sigh) Due to the fact that so many people asked for more, I will continue the poetry that so many people are enamored with. So, without further ado (GO AWAY JIMMY, YOU ARE ONLY IN THE STORY SECTIONS, GO SHOO!), I will now introduce Eve's Lament!
Disclaimer: Me no own.
It's pretty dark out tonight.
Not that I'm worried; hell, I haven't been worried since Sven and Train took me away from Torneo but still,
A girl can't help but be scared sometimes, right?
Not that I'll admit that out loud.
Sheesh, everything's crazy tonight.
Train's slunk out onto the roof to do his thing, Sven's out 'looking for work' and here I am, reading a book with the TV on low.
It's pretty quiet.
Which bugs me.
Why can't it be noisy, like every night?
Why can't Rins burst through the door, right over there, and become queen of the whole world, pinching my cheek and calling me a little girl?
Why can't Train come down, complaining about his 'lack of milk' so I can hit him on the head and stifle a giggle as he gives me a pouty face?
Why can't Sven come and complain about lack of good work around here?
Hell, I'd accept company from Woodney even.
But, not tonight.
Nope, not tonight.
Why did God choose tonight for his son to die?
Why did God choose his son to suffer so heavily tonight?
It just doesn't seem worth it to deal with the overcoming loneliness tonight.
"Hey Princess!" Train called as he jumped down the stairs. "Sven back yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Well, he better hurry then. I don't want to miss Easter." Train walked over to where Eve sat and plopped down next to her. Looking over her shoulder, Train noticed what she was writing.
"A diary, Princess?"
"No. It's called free verse poetry. What did you mean by 'you don't want to miss Easter'?"
"Well, I like to stay up late until midnight. Then, I thank God and His son for the presents they give us."
"What present?"
Train smiled. "You, Princess. And Sven, and Rins, and Charden and that freaky girl, and Chronos, and the other sweepers…" Train trailed off, giving Eve a look that said Get the point?
"Yeah, yeah, I understand."
"Good. ' Cause I have something for you." Train pulled out a present from underneath the plastic basket Sven had managed to buy.
Silent night, holy night.
Eve ripped the paper until she saw leather.
All is calm, all is bright.
"What's this?"
"Open it."
Round yon virgin, mother and child.
Holy infant, so tender and mild.
Inside the wrapping paper was a book. Flipping through the pages, Eve managed to read Holy Bible
"It's a book you've never read before. I thought you'd like it."
Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace.
"Thank you, Train."
"You're welcome Princess."
"I love you Train."
"I love you too Princess."
Eve ran to give Train a hug, the Bible still in her hands.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
"I still get candy, though, right?"
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Train's laughter filled the room as Sven walked in.
Happy Easter fanfic readers!
(heh, that ryhmed)