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Two Sides of the Same Lovely Coin - A Fruits Basket Poem

She is God | She changed the world

In her strength there is weakness | In her weakness there is strength

She held an iron grip | She held onto her memories

To keep them from saying goodbye | To keep from saying goodbye

She was born to be a ruler | She was born to be a leader

Her subjects surrounded her | Her friends all around her

When they’d run | When they needed her

She’d keep them close | She'd keep them close

Her world an inky black | Her world of shadows

She’d look on to her members | A mix of the sun and the darkness

Although their brightness faded | She looked to her friends

She needed their light | She needed their light

But her grip was too tight | But her selflessness was too great

The life she wanted to protect had crumbled | The lives she protected were not her own

There was nothing left but the ideals | Wants turned into fears and guilt

She was the guardian of her own pain | She was the guardian of her own pain

Her father was gone | Her mother was gone

The only one whose love she grew from | The only one whose love she could depend on

She wasn’t enough for them | She wasn’t enough on her own

And so she fell into despair | And so she fell into despair

She, too, was crumbled | She, too, was lost

Piece by piece, she was broken | Step by step, she was there for them

She didn’t know how to be put together | She didn’t know how to be herself

Until she met her | Until she met her

She stands there | She stands there

The souls she was bound to | The souls she was bound to

They all cried out | They all cried out

For they had finally found love | For they had finally found love

#fruits basket #akito sohma #poetry #writing #tohru honda

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An Act of Kindness - A Magnus Chase Poem

When someone thinks of a hero

Especially in times of old

They think of physical strength

One who is brave and bold

A sword and shield in hand

And battles always won

With swipes, slashes, and stabs

Until the war is done

The body of a god, they’d say

With muscles flexed and shown

Power in all aspects

As they sit upon a throne

The hero takes and takes it all

Lives, treasure, and land

All in the name of chivalry

The hero stands in command

They’d think of a hero whose only fault

Is the hero’s brawn and brute

Like Heracles and Achilles

Who never refused to shoot

Yet we all know that that is not

All heroes’ legacies

You don’t have to fight with club or bow

Or sail the seven seas

For Magnus Chase of Boston, Mass

Used kindness for his friends

To beat the darkness that did swell

Brought evil to it’s ends

He cared and loved, healed them all

Of maladies that did roam

And in the end, he refused Odin’s gift

For his family was his home

A hero with a sword, indeed

Yet home he made, instead

For all the youth of city nights

And his friends on the Ship of the Dead

#magnus chase #rick riordan #percy jackson #poetry #writing

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The Mother Who Fanned the Flames - An Avatar: The Last Airbender Poem

Dear,

The Mother Who Fanned the Flames

You

The one I saw in that dreaded mirror

The mirror that showed me all that I could not be

You told me you love me

You think I can do better

That what I am now is wrong

My decisions are wrong

My attitude is wrong

“You think I’m a monster”

My creation of fear is how I survive

My brave face is all I have

And yet all you say is that I shouldn’t have cut my hair?

No

The person who left me in this world isn’t allowed to say that to me

I won’t allow it

You left me in the hands of him

The demon who is my father

In this world, though, it’s the demons I must appeal to to live

On the day that I can become queen of the demons

When Father is away to kill the world’s “hope”

And Zuko is out to kill me

You’re there

Saying that I am wrong

For what?

I’m alive

I survived

This hell is my home and I am here

Yet I’m wrong

To have obeyed

To have prospered

I am wrong to have lived

You couldn’t handle the heat

The heat I was born burning from

“I love you”

If you did you would have done things differently

You would have given me a sense of family

You destroyed me

You left me to Satan himself

For love you believe is real

Coronation of a girl only fourteen years of age

Power of a girl who has beaten back the strongest of the world

Fire of a girl who’s bending turns air electric blue

I am wrong

I should be better

I’m a monster

I am wrong

I should be better

I’m a monster

Stop

I am wrong

I should be better

I’m a monster

Stop

I am wrong

I should be better

I’m a monster

STOP

I am-

CRASH

-Azula

I am Ozai’s daughter

I am the new Fire Lord

In the hell I call my home, I am unstoppable

Sincerely,

The Ruler of the New World

#avatar the last airbender #azula #ursa #zuko #ozai #poetry #writing

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Ode to Lovely Demons

(Based on a past Dungeons and Dragons campaign)

What is life when you are seen as a mere number?

Life revolves around the person who counts, of course

Especially when your number is all you’ve got

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Born in an untrustworthy world

She came to be

She had wings, yet was caged by the one she worshiped

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Much was taken from her

Her father, her brother, a mother’s love, and, most of all, freedom

She believed it was all for the greater good - the master plan

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When the offer of power comes

She did everything to try her hand at gaining

What countless others laid their lives down for

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A stone

She knew nothing more about it other than it was for her goddess

It was Squalii’s and Squalii’s only

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She traveled far and wide, land and sea

Kept her ears and eyes trained

On anything that guided her to her rightful destiny

---

No matter who she had to deceive

No matter what she had to do

She had to get to the stone

---

Time went on and she did, she finally did!

It was in her grasp

The stone of infinite possibilities

---

And then everything was taken away from her

Her hope, her duty, her life

With just one move - in just one second

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As she laid on the ground

Poison coursed through her veins

Every millisecond reminded her of her ultimate failure

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When she looked up to the sky one last time

Her expectation was not met, for the goddess she loved so dearly

Was never there to begin with

#dungeons and dragons #poetry #waterdeep dragon heist #xarlyre - my oc #squalii - my oc #writing

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The Loneliest Hero of Time

(Based on this fan-made video about Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

I am a knight in shining armor. 

I’ve got my sword and shield in hand, ready for any battle that comes my way. 

My boots and cloak allow me to travel to vast lands, no matter if they are dense jungles, the hottest of deserts, or even under the sea.

And yet...

I meet people along the way. 

Some are completely new faces. 

They smile and wave at this traveling hero who is new to their home. 

If any are in trouble, I step up and help keep them safe. 

In return, they exchange my help for items and information that will help me along my way. 

We become friends.

And yet...

My fighting abilities and intuition are second to none. 

From the hordes of traveling small beasts to the most horrendous of monsters, their evil is slain by my blade.

No army is stronger than I.

And yet…

Princess Zelda.

The light in all that is dark with the world.

The protector of all of Hyrule.

I am her knight.

Her friend. 

I protect her when she needs it most.

And yet…

All the places I’ve gone.

All the treasures I have uncovered.

All of the beasts that can hurt Hylians no more.

And yet...

All the people I’ve met.

All the people I have befriended.

All the people of whom I consider family.

And yet…

And yet…

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Where is home?

Do I have one?

These vast lands that I travel to.

They are lonely.

The trees.

The rocks.

The people.

I leave them all behind.

It’s so lonely.

I do not know what I am doing anymore.

Another slash.

Another step.

Another breath.

How long has it been?

A year?

Thirty?

One hundred?

I can’t take it anymore.

This shield is a burden.

This sword is a lie.

The legends of heroes.

They are all wrong.

When will anyone realize that?

Why won’t anyone realize that?

I miss what I have never had.

Did I even have a life before this curse had been placed upon me?

This constant evil that I must fight?

This never-ending adventure?

It’s been so long.

It’s been too long.

I don’t even have the heart to speak.

Maybe being silent is better.

It masks the reality that I will never awaken from this nightmare.

One where all I have is time.

Nothing else.

No heart.

No music.

No life.

They say seasons change.

That the wind brings on the birth of new wonders.

That twilight is the link that brings together light and darkness.

The sky's the limit.

But I see nothing new.

What would another day even bring me?

My hands shake.

I can’t breathe.

I so badly want to lay down my sword.

Put down my shield.

Turn away from my destiny.

And yet…

This is what I must do.

Even if I am lonely.

Even if there is no one out there who will protect me.

I am the Hero of Time.

I am Princess Zelda’s knight.

I continue on to do what I must.

For them.

For her.

Because after.

After the battle is won.

After Zelda is saved.

She won’t need me anymore.

Maybe, just maybe, I will be rewarded.

Not with jewels.

Not with honor.

But with rest.

With an end.

No more weaponry.

No more monsters.

No more wild adventures.

Just sleep.

A blissful completion.

An end.

“...Open your eyes...Open your eyes. Wake up, Link.”

#legend of zelda #poetry #breath of the wild #deathly loneliness attacks #first post #writing