To never stop walking,
Mana told me was the key.
But now all I hear is mocking
And a past that lied to me.
My father, my friend,
My clown, my motivation.
You were my hope to no end.
Why did you burn my memories with confusion?
You left me alone at your deathbed
With nothing to hold but tears.
But I always remembered what you had said
And your memory raised me from my fears.
Don't stop walking,
The clown always said.
The Fourteenth will surely start sparking.
That's surely what you thought in your head.
Was the one you cared about the one under my skin?
Or was it the one that you fed and dressed?
You were the one I trusted in
But now I wonder if you ever cared that Allen existed.
My father, my enemy,
My clown, my pain.
You deceived and betrayed me
But my love for you cannot wane.
YOU ARE READING
Mana the Clown
FanfictionAllen loved his foster father, but was it ever a mutual feeling?