Once upon a time
That's how all stories start
Eight humans began to climb
In their chests eight beating hearts.
There Mount Ebott stands
A monument of past mistakes
Somewhere beyond, the homelands
One big leap, that's all it takes.
The first human, their name was Chara
They brought hope, and upon us, destruction
They opened the box of Pandora
Chara broke all obstructions
And destroyed all of our hope.
The second fallen human, their favorite color aqua
She knew patience, and knew when not to move
The toy knife she had found was an adequate weapon
But the bow she wore was the color of her soul, she did not disapprove.
The third falling child, he fought with orange
And although brave in battle, he knew when not to fight
He gave encouragement, something he was a foreigner to
He learned how to fight with gloves, but his kind heart made him a knight.
The fourth human to fall, she adored the color of blue
Her integrity made her an artist
With morality, she made a dancing debut
Dancing a pas de deux for the king, that is how she departed.
The fifth child to fall, they adopted the purple of their notebook
With bad vision and no strength, they somehow preserved
An easy opponent, their enemies had mistook
For this child was intelligent, and quietly observed.
The sixth fallen human, I have to say
Green was their soul and black was their cooking pan
Pulao, Tiramisu, Creme Brulee and Parfaits
Rich in kindness, but still a poor man.
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Words
PoesiaAngst /äNG(k)st/ noun a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general. informal a feeling of persistent worry about something trivial.
