Two-Faced Gremlin Oneshots

Regret

He met the boy when they were four,

On instruction of his Elder,

He held out a hand,

And the boy accepted it with a smile and shining eyes,

Mischievous, curious, kind, happy.

Later he told his Elder,

I do not like him,

To which, he was told,

Then pretend,

And pretend he did,

Every single time,

When the boy laughed,

When the boy cried,

When the boy was torn,

And he never smiled again.

Pretend.

All the time, all the way,

Up until they were men, young men,

When the boy yet again changed,

And began, once again, 

To shine, 

To smile,

And he realized,

I missed that.

(Sister, why are you sad?

I let something go, something very important.

What did you let go, Sister?

My innocence. We are a bad people, young one.

I don't want to be a bad person.

We cannot help it. Promise, child.

Promise what?

If you ever come across innocence, hold it tight, and never let go.

I promise.)

All in vain,

All in vain,

There was no chance,

No redemption,

For as the moonlight caught on his blue hair,

Making it seem lighter than it was,

His words failed him, 

And so did his voice,

(A broken promise.)

And at the boy who lay deep under,

He could only make a desperate whisper,

Allen,

A single tear fell on the grave.

A/N: I dunno, I felt like writing a sad poem.