…The end was near,
he was sure.
Immortality,
his quest,
was slipping
s
l
o
w
l
y
right out of his grasp.
It was time
to move on to
greater things,
show his true power.
.
…The end was near
only if he let it come.
The future was in his hands,
here was the power he'd been searching for
all along.
He was capable of
turning the world around
to follow him as their leader.
.
… The end was coming
for them,
but he had a plan
to save his own skin.
The same skin that,
through every step of his elaborate plan
grows pale and waxy,
his shattering soul
reflected in his soul-shattering glance
that he throws mercilessly
in the direction of every person who is
simply unfit to possess magic.
.
…The end was here.
He didn't expect this.
Where was the flaw in his plan?
Not even the excruciating pain
could make it clear in his mind
(not yet, anyway)
that somewhere along the line
he had made a mistake.
But no.
He didn't make mistakes.
He hadn't come this far by making mistakes.
That was a fool's role,
making mistakes.
He was no fool.
But how does one explain
the physical and mental
pain he suffered from being torn,
fragmented soul from soulless body?
Maybe this world just
wasn't ready for him yet.
He could wait,
couldn't he?
He was a patient man.
'No, stop lying to yourself.
You can't kid anyone.'
.
…The end had been postponed
for too long, he soon learned.
The power he had once held
so near and dear to his
so-called heart
was being ripped from his hand
by a scarred seventeen year old
who had more power than he did
from age one.
What was this world coming to?
This child should never have gotten so strong.
Somehow,
he realized that he failed himself
more than anyone else had failed him.
It was just a little too late
to be learning this now.
A/N: I've been having a really hard time lately getting any ideas down on paper (or screen, more appropriately), but I'm hoping with freeverses, I can get back into the writing mood. Please leave me a review!
For the Freeverse Frenzie Competition.