His Own Private Hell


By: null ([email protected])


A woman stood at the window
An elated look on her face
As she glanced at the injured fellow
With a bandage on his face

This was her little brother Squall
She had watched him from his youth
Similar in appearance, although a little tall
Almost like when he lost his first baby tooth

His manner, she learned in several hours
Was new, and somewhat alarming
This happy toddler was now morose and dour
A change so deep and very startling

He was a brave, courageous warrior
Most of his time spent all alone
But in the hard to find hidden interior
A little boy searching for big sis Ellone.

She used his mind as a gateway
To discover his misty past
And help him come to realize
His destiny at last

He warmed to her with slight reluctance
Angry, frightened and afraid
He did not want to pay a pricy penance
Like when sis got taken away

He was afraid to make new friends
She discovered as she peeled away the layers
Because he was afraid to lose them
Just like Ellone in previous years

Convinced fate was against him
He crawled into a tiny shell
Till his friends absolved his unsinned sins
And pulled him from his private hell

Ellone looked at her new found brother
With the deepest sense of pride
Since they had found eachother
In each it filled a gaping hole inside.

o_o Bad rhyming scheme, but I had to vent the idea..

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her nothingness,
~null, egocentric, insane webmistress of www.quistis-trepe.com! (shameless plug _)