Post by Incapability on Mar 7, 2007 0:16:55 GMT 9.5
Well. Um. Yes. Me felt kind of pseudo-creative today, and so me has hammered onto the keyboard and produced a little ficlet. Not much, but I thought I'd share. Enjoy!
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Heartless
Who would have thought that I still had a heart to be broken?
After all, you did all you could to convince me that anything that might still reside in my breast could be a stone, one of my cold, rainbow coloured crystals – at best.
And you fulfilled your quest – I believed you. But with this, I got careless – for if I didn’t have to guard a heart anymore, what could possibly harm me? What would I have to look out for?
I had been classed as heartless, and with this, even the vilest methods, the foulest games were open to me – for what soul could be poisoned anymore?
I played my games, I cheated, I tortured innocent hearts, I destroyed lives, loves, dreams. And I felt nothing. What should I feel, without a heart? Worlds crumbled in front of my eyes, brought down by my hands. I felt nothing.
I worked towards my victory with the cool, logic planning of a mathematician. And because I had no heart, I forgot a factor in my equation of triumph: feelings.
Because of feelings, my plans were turned upside down. Because of his feelings, my heartless warrior, my knight of the darkened sun, hesitated in the face of fate and paid with his life.
Because of feelings, my servant as of old had turned against me and joined forces with you.
Because I forgot his feelings, I have made my own son turn against me.
Yes, you convinced me that I was heartless, and for many years I have believed you – if I had not, this day of tearful victory would be mine, not yours.
But one triumph remains. You were wrong.
Because as I stand and watch you walk away, I can feel my heart falling apart with agonizing pain.
Piece by piece.
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Heartless
Who would have thought that I still had a heart to be broken?
After all, you did all you could to convince me that anything that might still reside in my breast could be a stone, one of my cold, rainbow coloured crystals – at best.
And you fulfilled your quest – I believed you. But with this, I got careless – for if I didn’t have to guard a heart anymore, what could possibly harm me? What would I have to look out for?
I had been classed as heartless, and with this, even the vilest methods, the foulest games were open to me – for what soul could be poisoned anymore?
I played my games, I cheated, I tortured innocent hearts, I destroyed lives, loves, dreams. And I felt nothing. What should I feel, without a heart? Worlds crumbled in front of my eyes, brought down by my hands. I felt nothing.
I worked towards my victory with the cool, logic planning of a mathematician. And because I had no heart, I forgot a factor in my equation of triumph: feelings.
Because of feelings, my plans were turned upside down. Because of his feelings, my heartless warrior, my knight of the darkened sun, hesitated in the face of fate and paid with his life.
Because of feelings, my servant as of old had turned against me and joined forces with you.
Because I forgot his feelings, I have made my own son turn against me.
Yes, you convinced me that I was heartless, and for many years I have believed you – if I had not, this day of tearful victory would be mine, not yours.
But one triumph remains. You were wrong.
Because as I stand and watch you walk away, I can feel my heart falling apart with agonizing pain.
Piece by piece.
