This was written from Romelle's perspective after I looked into her and her backstory a little more. (Easter egg- the text is the shape of an upside-down teardrop... Kinda?)
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My family and friends hear
"Alteans! Listen here.."
A new world to venture
a reward, a pleasure.
My siblings have been swept away by the ships, leaving me behind.
But from doubt and fear I am rendered blind.
The tall people scan me once more, shaking their head and brushing me aside.
But for my family, lost without a word, a loneliness grows inside...
All the remembered faces go missing, relatives left in tears.
This sort of sadness hadn't occurred for over 10 thousand years...
What do I do? All I know is this home. I want my family to be HERE.
But now, without a family or destination, I'm oblivious as to if it's near...
The tall walls of the promise land residents stands high.
As a child, its safe to say that for myself; end is nigh.
Another try, tall people scanning and picking us like jewelery.
But once the ship started to fly, I found it was instead worse than even slavery.
The cylinders emptied themselves, dumping the body of my own parents away into the void.
Lotor has an entire race he supposedly had to destroy.
Coldness seeps through my body, my very aura draining away.
"I wanted my family... it doesnt have to be this way!"
But they never heard my weak cry
No matter who, all here once living shall die.
The beast infects all with a death douse.
We are just a slaughterhouse.
Children, withered daises
The hopeful "maybe"s
Families
Trampled trees
No more aura.
My soul slowly stolen..
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"So it wasnt New Atlea afterall, then..."
"Hello... Mother..."
YOU ARE READING
Voltron fics/poems
RandomI write a lot of stuff on a place called Voltron Amino. I put em here for more people to enjoy. so... Enjoy! ^_^ Note: I will not be taking requests. I, unfortunately, do not have time for that. #14 in Romelle #10 in shiroxmatt
