I finished my Maths test yesterday, so I finally got time to write Cross's poem! HOORAY! So enjoy!
The brother and another,
Darkness and clown holding hands,
I watch heinous events unfold,
And the bond cut like a weak thread strand.
And to think, the darkness and clown culminate,
Fuse into the one white haired boy,
Small and fragile, wholesome to the core,
He was to be thrown away like a toy.
My true frustration was not him,
Rather, it was the spirit inside,
To choose such a boy, it is beyond disgusting,
He ruined a life, that feeling never did subside.
I hit him in a crude attempt to rid the foul disease,
So many good-for-nothings walk the earth,
What was so wrong to choose someone like that?
And not this child, who has a strong flame burning in the hearth.
And yet he is incompetent and dirty,
Smart-mouthed and complains about my ways,
Drink gives me freedom, women give me pleasure,
Idiot disciple, you will also learn someday.
There was a twinge of uncertainty as I found him,
And handed him over to the church without care,
He was to walk alone; hell would freeze over,
Before I step foot in there.
You ask why? Their doctrines are appalling,
'All things in moderation' they preach to me,
Ha! How would anyone attempt to enjoy life,
if moderation is the key?
However, a darker reason looms,
A black illness is spreading, waiting to pounce,
If I get dragged down, who will stop it?
I withdrew as the time-bomb counts.
My comrades have no faith to place in me,
My superiors leer at my practices,
I walk, gun and grave by my side,
I disappear into the many crevices.
The boy, he finds me, flanked by his friends,
So he finally opened up and gained companions,
It will not be long before they are all tested,
The tie of spirit and blood could be bested.
At long last, he learns of his fate,
The memories scarring him for so long,
Shall claw until he breathes no more,
And awaken to the lyrical song.
With a final silent farewell,
I think that my Judgement is unnecessary,
The blood splatters and drips,
And I end this part of the story.
"The best things in life are expensive."
Was this rather crude? I wasn't sure about it…
DONE! 'Poems of the Generals' is done! Since Pearl of the Orient Seas requested it, I will do a poem oneshot 'Poem of the People' – to describe the ordinary folk who have no idea about the Black Order. And also, I might add more Exorcist poems to 'Poems of the Black Order' – Noise Marie, Miranda, Krory and possibly Suman Dark.
So, to thank my reviewers:
ElricLawliet - *glomps* THANK YOU! (And that chapter of 'Restricted to the Light' will be done very soon!)
mgsab123 – I like the fact that you choose your favourite stanzas; thank you!
Kanero16 – You were a continuous support and a great person to talk anime to!
Pearl of the Orient Seas – Your suggestions were valuable to me, thanks!
Until next time… - Tsuki Yume