A/N: This particular poem was written for the Freeverse Frenzie Competition, poem 28. And that concludes this collection: a mix of cute family drabbles and the darker undertones of Zero Reverse. This one probably has the most pre-empting towards the first season of 5Ds.
Their Tender Little Child
12. Zero Reverse
All of them had lost control
of their dream
And with one mistake
it was all gone.
Destroyed.
Nothing left.
There was barely a moment before.
Rudger had barely left the controls
before he was gone –
not even a pile of dust
to mark his place of being
or a cry
for his death.
The good Doctor, who'd had his child
in his arms at the time,
sent the boy away
in a feverish prayer
of haste:
a shuttle that shot into the skies
before he had no sight –
And his wife was doing her part
to fix the calamity:
her hand was on the door, sending
the last of them, with his wings
and well wishes for the future
before she too was gone
And the last of them all ran
like the hounds of hell behind
barely lagging on their tails.
In one hand he clutched their hope;
the other his bike's controls
But the wind of destiny
had more resource than him
and they stole that hope away,
taking to the sky
and into the hands
of other, worthy, kin
And he spent the next
twenty years or so
salvaging those remains
of a world long gone.