Subi: Yay-ness! Another one posted! -.- okay, running out of things to put in the beginning...
3. Elita-1
"He doesn't get out much," They said;
Yet, I saw him every day.
"He doesn't talk much," they claimed;
Yet, he would come and talk with me.
"He works too much, and with no emotion;"
Yet, whenever I saw him,
He was working with such a passion
That I wondered if it was all
That ever mattered to him-
Until I met the true him
In a moonlight garden one night...
At first I didn't recognize him,
With his tall figure leaning on
The railing of the garden bridge.
Though I couldn't see all of his face,
I knew he was crying;
For a blue-silver flower in his hands
Caught every tear that fell...
That night he gave me a tear-soaked bud;
Come the next morning,
Not just a flower would it be.
There's something powerful about his emotions,
Even his sadness and pain-
For if it were not so,
The flower couldn't keep crying after his sorrow was gone.
Elita-One
Megatron's poem: "I Am the Ruler"