A/N: Here's the second poem; it's a bit longer as you can see. I got the rhyme scheme from Shakespeare's Venus & Adonis. Review please!
2. A Darkness More Than Night
Boast of your accomplishment, Death, boast it
To the skies above, to the depths below;
Boast it to your friends, maybe even toast it
To the Devil and the Fates, and bestow
Upon my head the drippings of Gene's blood,
And say that I am shaken of its flood.
Say that I'm but a shadow of Gene's self
Without the spark I once saw in his eyes,
That the spark of life is dead within myself,
So long as I've no copy 'neath the skies
Of this material world; say that I
Am now bereft and soon shall want to die.
And say that when the breath of life shall pass
Between my barren lips, that I shall finally
Join Gene in that final sleep of death - alas!
You'll lay o'er me one last fraud: you'll deny
Me my brother's heavenly reunion
By damning me to wrongful Perdition.
With your sordid kin and kind, you'll make fun
Of my dismal state, saying that I have
Nothing left to live for once the deed's done,
Nor anything to hope for that might save
Me from the pangs you have in store for me;
You'll say this, I'm sure, with evil glee.
But little do you know me, should you think
That I'll give in so easily to you,
Though I'm bereft of my last living link,
And every tear I cried I cry anew;
Though my height in happiness be taken,
My courage in myself won't be shaken.
Out of the shambles that you've left me in,
I'll make it my life's work to combat you
At every turn, and thus shall I begin
To unravel what you've done and renew
The lives of many caught up in your chains
And free them to the bliss of what remains.
Out of the ashes of death I shall rise
And wreak havoc on the work of your hands;
And with each case I solve, your slow demise
Shall rise like a flood where your throne now stands;
And though I might not save all that you take,
I swear I will right every wrong you make.
I'll do all this, and you will come to curse
The very moment you messed with Gene that day,
For when you mess with brothers, something worse
Than death itself shall fall upon Death's way:
My vengeance is a darkness more than night,
Blacker than the blackest Hell to your sight.
But unlike vengeance, mine will be a slow
But ever-growing and ever-creeping
Shadow made of redemption, light as snow
Upon the cheeks of mourners still weeping,
As clear as sunshine through the clouded skies,
As warm as springtime after winter flies.
Someday I shall have that sweet redemption,
When I have paid Death's lonesome guilty price;
But ere I do, I'll live this corruption
Of my mind and soul, and endure the ice
That tears away at my broken and bleeding heart
In the hope of defying Death's cruelest smart.
I'll carry your chains and smirk at your threats,
I'll stare you in the eye and never blink,
And I will defy everything that gets
In my way, and from all Hell I'll never shrink;
I'll defy you to the last of my breath,
And you'll know the meaning of fear, oh Death!
So long as I can breathe and speak and move,
So long as I have a hope to hope for,
So long as I can think and dream and love,
So long as I have myself to fight for,
So long as my will lives forever free,
So long lives Gene, my better half, in me.