Written by Maria Calavera
Frustration and doubt have stolen my heart,
exiled it to journey with no supplies.
Deafened my ears and numbed my touch;
whispering untruths,
re-blinding my eyes.
Make a difference again, if only right now,
as I did once, once upon a time...
The smell of danger mixed with potential,
a taste of what was taken; what was once mine.
To peek out of the cover of so many years,
without the fear, the flashbacks, the pain.
Learning to re-trust in what I once knew,
no hesitation and no refrain.
I've stood before the silverkilled Grimm,
and slew upon kill, upon kill.
Foretelling their movements against them to use,
bending gravity to my very will.
Now gravity bends me, down more each day,
until my breath last touches the earth.
Will the grains of regret number as the dust?
Has my time spent been worthy of my birth?
Voices of hunters and huntresses beckon,
jarring the lock rusted with grace,
whose door I've trembled and feared to open,
hiding a mirror I can't see,
reflecting my face.
The mirror, these regrets, that rusty old lock,
all I've refused to loose and let go.
Holding the key to my very own shackles,
myself to forgive; at long last I know
that others may run and abandon this train,
As for my fate, I am its keeper.
For at last I hear clearly, my own destiny;
Death can wait, for I am the Grimm Reaper.
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RWBY: pOum
PoesíaA collection of poetry based on each character of the series RWBY by Monty Oum. Each poem is written from a specific character's point of view within the canon story. Cover photo courtesy of Guardian Blade - https://aminoapps.com/c/infjsanctuary/pag...
