A Poem

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!! TW: Trauma, d34th, bl00d, m&rd3r, t0rtur3, ch!ld abus3 !! idk why I'm posting this lahdhgkfdjlskdjflkdjlfkjsldkfj ~~~ The stories of heroes, Living in a distorted world, A world full of horrors And of nightmares curled. A world full of betrayal, Of heartbreak and of rage. A world where shadows do roam free, And light remains encaged. A world where spirits soar, And then do violently crash. A world where lives are lost, And quickly turned to ash. I would not recommend A trip to this dark place. There are far too many demons And monsters for one to face. But amidst all the bloodshed, The screams and the tears, There are a few heroes Who dare to face their fears. With the roar of the crowd And the ear splitting beat, There lives a man—Viper! Who faces the harsh heat. He performs every single day, Both inside and out. He keeps that same old smile, And doesn’t dare to shout. Throughout his whole entire life He’s been different, this is true For he was always drawn To the vast and endless blue. His parents were kind, His childhood great. But it didn’t prepare him For what determined his fate. Will he die as a hero? Living loved or cast out? ‘Tis for me to know And for him to find out. He isn’t the only one Who dared to be benevolent. We also have Bastion, Who deemed others reverent. Young Bastion faced toils Hardships and pain. It should’ve broken his spirit; But he dared to remain. The one who raised him was awful, A horrifying father. Who deemed him unlovable, And above all a bother. But Bastion pulled through, And he made it out! But his luck was bad however, For his energy ran out. He collapsed on the green, Not far from the shore. He closed his tired eyes… And Bastion was surely no more. But there was a hero! Fresh from the grime! His name was Viper, And he arrived just in time. Nearly unconscious, And safe in a hero’s arms, Dear Bastion was saved! And was rid of his harms. Now far from these two, These wonderful men, We have another man, Who was smaller than them. His name was Marlie, And his outlook was bright! But dear little Marlie Should’ve braced for a fight. As a troublesome child Fueled by laughter and glee, The littlest Chillzak Was due for a fee. He got into trouble, Pulling pranks and whatnot… But he never did listen To what he was taught. As punishment for this, For not doing what he was told, He was beat with a stick, And left out in the cold. But he didn’t mind, In fact it made him much stronger. He could take a hit anywhere, And it made him last longer. Now onto another, His name meant a heart. Shinzo, he was, A true work of art. He was a child, A boy so carefree, And was taken from his parents, At the young age of three. Now all day and night, Without a single wink of sleep. He watches as they die, And then he starts to weep. As if this weren’t enough, Which caused the villain quite a laugh, Shinzo’s left eye was stitched shut, Chopping his vision clean in half. It should be over now, I know! But still there is some more. One last tale to tell you of! One last piece of lore. Underneath the sadness, The anger and the hurt, Young Shinzo had a heart, Which was the opposite of curt. This heart, it had an owner, A girl not close to cruel. She was Shinzo’s only friend, With her name a precious jewel. Yes, Ruby was her name, And a fitting one at that. Her eyes and hair were bright red, Her curiosity like a cat. But Shinzo had to let her go, Or risk more awful shame. But to this day he knows that He is the one to blame. Branded by his stitches, His torture, endless it seems… Since there is no joy here, He can only hope for dreams. His kidnapper had a name, you know. A name as devious as he. His name, it was Lord Dolion, Which meant awful ‘trickery.’ Dolion had it made, it’s true, With Shinzo there perhaps. But he may not be that aware That the boy may one day snap. Shinzo wasn’t the only one Who fell for this man’s tricks. Dolion did have many a fighter, Just to get his licks. They all thought he was truthful, As perfect as can be. But underneath that hero mask Is a villain they can’t see. Aside from all the good and bad, We have one in between. His name was Percy, and let me say, He regrets what he has seen. How did he become a statue? A ghost to all of life? Well, his little girl departed him And he drowned in tragic strife. It wasn’t a peaceful goodbye, Or really a goodbye at all. He found her all alone and gone, And he’d never felt so small. He didn’t know how it happened, But it brought him the worst of shame. For without someone to pursue and kill, He had to bear the blame. And so he retreated To a life as a guard, Carrying all the pain himself, Every single shard. But there was a savior! Someone to heal his pain. A young man with the name of Ezra, Who loves the guard’s very name. And that’s all I have for now, I hope you enjoyed these rhymes! I have many more tales to tell, But that’s for another time!