A/N: Devack, who we probably know the least about. Hence why this was so difficult to write.
Character Poems: The Dark Signers
3. Devack
It was when he reached for the sky.
Too far – he toppled
and the wind, wasn't there to catch him.
If only he had been standing at the edge
of something
but he'd been still on the stairs,
always on the stairs.
He tried to change the world
but no-one listened, no-one cared.
They were happy to drown in gold
and coal, and ignore the green,
greedy pigs
Who rolled in the much and all he'd tried
was to clean it up a bit.
But they didn't listen. They didn't want
to listen and, finally, all they wanted
was to shut him up
So they did. He tumbled
off the staircase whose end
he still couldn't see
But then he lay at the bottom
and he could see.
There's a chair at the top and if
he sat there, he could
control them all: the game-master
who wouldn't let his pawns
run wild.