War of the Worlds

I am trapped in between two worlds. In one I am a

knight of gallantry and loyalty is my badge if honor.

My code is excellence and credo is valiancy. When I

walk the streets my name is shouted from roof tops and

stories about me true and tall are told. My words

alone can part the clouds and ascend into heaven upon

my very breath.   When the sun shines bright in the

starless sky I am champion…I am Heero. As the earth

starts to consume the sun once again I slip into a trance…

I stumble into an abyss and begin to trance-form… I

reemerge. I don the mask of the ogre once more… Or is

it a mask at all? Or true from?  Darkness is my ally,

pain my companion. I inhale the aura of the shadows

and spew acrimony. Complete solitude feeds my

starvation of affection and I revel in the very

thought of eternal agony and the pain I hope to set forth upon

others. My curse is my legacy and damnation of my soul

is intimately imminent. The glimmer of hope that

pierces through my hollow existence is knowing that

mother earth will soon bear a sun and again I will be

trapped in between two worlds once more...