Notes: So...second poem, since I've gotten decent response. Thanks to my reviewers, Olhai, Niteskye, LSN, and nee-san Naotoki. This one is about Hyoga and Camus. I submitted it to the poetry contest on newbornankh, though it really doesn't belong there. It's definitely not as deep as the others...though it's pretty good, if I do say so myself.
The Most Bitter Lesson of All
Still a child, you look up to him
The one who taught you to be strong
You never imagined he could turn
That you are right and he is wrong
You never imagined he who is powerful
Would fall at the hands of his pupil, you
You never imagined fighting your master
Would be something you'd have to do
The white swan destined to fly alone
Far from its birthplace nest
Destined to fight and watch the deaths
Of those that he loves best
Fight him without mercy or emotion
He instructs you as he falls
You learn from him this last lesson
The most bitter lesson of all