BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - GENERAL

ALLIETHORN7

DARK
Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Yeah, I know, this isn't part of my series, but I'm plannin' on makin' it one of those great hinge type things. 'Till then, enjoy!!! A poem. About the mind of a Reaver. Sound familiar?


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 1959    RATING: 10    SERIES: FIREFLY

Darkest night, none left to light my soul, in its darkest hour. Sharp knife, dart flights, they show me their power. Dance of death and dark and doom, set in this, the darkest womb, of the black, it sets me back to where we all came from. Good night, dark fights, lose and soul is lost, face is burned, arms are crossed. Now that my soul is lost, once was a man, now am Damned, all let go, all but lust and rage, now free of greed and mans faults and false trusts. Once had a name, now I know that was vain. I need someone to share this pain. And my path now is in darkness lain, and I lay in the black, with humanity to wain, because my name is REAVER, your hopes are in vain!

COMMENTS

Wednesday, March 29, 2006 10:06 AM

LEIASKY


Ok, this is just creepy knowing that it pertains to Simon's little transformation in your series.

And, speaking of, where is the next chapter to that, hmmmm?

Wednesday, March 29, 2006 10:13 AM

ALLIETHORN7


I think I might have to post it next week, though I'm pulling for friday or saturday...its tough, though. I may have a touch of (GULP) writers block!!! Its comin' along, though, never fear.
And, lo, upon the broken ground of Ariel, there stood a shadow of a man. It looked to the specters that were showing it the way back to its humanity. Simon looked back down upon the ones he loved. Nine scars traced his body, showing the cost of his insanity. With a heavy heart, he turned his back on all he loved, and all he had.
(Im plannin' on puttin' that in somewhere, what do ya think?)

Wednesday, March 29, 2006 10:32 AM

LEIASKY


I think that is mean and evil and you'd better fix Simon! I'll have a tantrum. I swear I will!

Of course, that's a great paragraph and creepifying in and of itself. Those 9 scars could represent the crew - if two weren't dead already :P


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