30Samusaran101: Okay… I know I should be working on "Fate" right now… but I need a break! It's fun making my Young Link suffer, but I'm in a poetry mood today! I'd like to thank the awesome Coooool123 for letting me do this! So, basically… it's a poem, but I don't say who the writer is until the next chapter. Go read Coooool123's too, it's WAY better than mine!
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Betray him.
No, I couldn't.
Betray him.
No, I wouldn't.
Betray him!
No, I shouldn't!
I did.
Who is this unlucky soul, you might ask?
He is no man but my father, his mind filled with crass.
Plans failed more and more, blame after blame,
There was only so much that I could sustain.
So I'd ran away, ran away from his lead.
In other words to describe this… I was free!
No more slaps, no more insults, no kidnappings needed,
I do not know how all of the others competed.
He had called me a wimp. He had talked with a chill.
He'd said my music was garbage. I had carried on still.
Father put down my ideas again and again.
I swore I would hate him until the end.
I am now eighteen, the eldest of us all.
I am not a child, no, not anymore.
For the world is a place filled with love and desire,
The wanting to prove yourself worthy to squires.
Now I stare at the mountains, the rivers, the rocks, and the seas.
It gives me a strange feeling of release.
No tension or flinching under your raised hand,
I am in the world now, and I'm feeling grand.
You were never there. You were never a father.
You were there… for what? Nothing? Yes, of course? Why bother?
You never gave us our lives or more tries.
All you gave us were scars, and a mouthful of lies.
Mario is not the monster. That is true.
Oh, no, Father. The monster is you.
When we are at war, I stand at the opposite side.
My eyes are defiant and my moves filled with pride.
Yours are different, your actions and eyes.
For yours say coldly, "You are no child of mine,"
I never was.
I never will be.
And for that, I am glad.
So, you finally won the war. Very well done.
Well, now, Father, you've had your fun.
You hold your head high and give a cruel smile.
Mark my words, Father, and listen to life.
One day, one grand day, someone will get you.
They will find you.
They will torture you.
They will break you.
Just like you did to us.
Although we are all here, all standing in the fight,
We are already dying inside.
I shall shake the hand of the person who kills you, Father.
I will throw back my head and laugh.
And I will wait for that day.
Samusaran101: Um… yep. Kind of odd and depressing… but… NEVERTHELESS! Any guesses? I thought this one was kinda easy… but that's just my opinion. Leave a review! And remember… flames are for making smores, not reviewing crappy poems! :P