Poem Dib and Zim's POV-it switches. See if you can guess who's who. The first part is 3rd person. And I own nothing. R&R if you value your miserable lives! Mawhah! oh, just read it.
Determination
They stare
Scarlet jewels meet amber irises
The only thing between them now
a simple city street
The foreigner meets the native
Each reciting in their head
their plots
of the other's doom
Both defiant
Both unwavering
Both confident that they were in the right
that they would come out
the victor...
I'm not ready for you to be king
I'm not ready to be a slave for
a master like you
I can't bear to watch
as your sickness infects my world
I'm not going to let you drain
everything
And leave this place a ravaged wasteland
of your creation
I won't let you
This is all I have
I won't allow you to rip and shred it
and use it as a carpet for your
palisade of corruption
Worrying about each move
and every plot
is what will keep me from falling into
the darkness which surrounds you
I will stop you
I won't stop trying until
I see your mangled corpse freezing on that table
Your eyes, locked in fear, staring blankly
Your heart, exposed forever, no longer beating
I will show them all
Show each of the poor doubters the light
lead them back from the dark
I will be the hero
You will be dead
your spirit broken and devastated until
no one can recognize what it once was
You're helpless here
I will win...
Fool
You believe you can stop me?
You think you will win?
That you will break me?
Hah!
What infantile delusion is this?
I will be the one who will
win
Nothing can stop me now
For this is my life
I know no other
and none of your pitiful pleas or
pathetic attempts will sway me
from my duty
You cannot fathom what
great trap of my making you are
falling into
This is one nightmare from which
you will never wake up
You are wrong
It is your spirit that will be shattered
into a thousand fragmented
shards that will lie
sparkling in the dirt
And it is I who will see
YOUR mangled corpse
YOUR dead, unseeing gaze
YOUR fear
Your fear of what I will do to you once
I've caught you
dragged you down into impenetrable blackness
from which you cannot hope to
leave
I will rip your head from your shoulders
carve it out as you do a squash
and use it to
drink the sweet wine of victory
Prepare yourself
You see my enemy
When I win, you will not live to rue the day
that you lost
I will win...
Determination
They stare
Scarlet jewels meet amber irises
The only thing between them now
a simple city street
The foreigner meets the native
Each reciting in their head
their plots
of the other's doom
Both defiant
Both unwavering
Both confident that they were in the right
that they would come out
the victor...
I'm not ready for you to be king
I'm not ready to be a slave for
a master like you
I can't bear to watch
as your sickness infects my world
I'm not going to let you drain
everything
And leave this place a ravaged wasteland
of your creation
I won't let you
This is all I have
I won't allow you to rip and shred it
and use it as a carpet for your
palisade of corruption
Worrying about each move
and every plot
is what will keep me from falling into
the darkness which surrounds you
I will stop you
I won't stop trying until
I see your mangled corpse freezing on that table
Your eyes, locked in fear, staring blankly
Your heart, exposed forever, no longer beating
I will show them all
Show each of the poor doubters the light
lead them back from the dark
I will be the hero
You will be dead
your spirit broken and devastated until
no one can recognize what it once was
You're helpless here
I will win...
Fool
You believe you can stop me?
You think you will win?
That you will break me?
Hah!
What infantile delusion is this?
I will be the one who will
win
Nothing can stop me now
For this is my life
I know no other
and none of your pitiful pleas or
pathetic attempts will sway me
from my duty
You cannot fathom what
great trap of my making you are
falling into
This is one nightmare from which
you will never wake up
You are wrong
It is your spirit that will be shattered
into a thousand fragmented
shards that will lie
sparkling in the dirt
And it is I who will see
YOUR mangled corpse
YOUR dead, unseeing gaze
YOUR fear
Your fear of what I will do to you once
I've caught you
dragged you down into impenetrable blackness
from which you cannot hope to
leave
I will rip your head from your shoulders
carve it out as you do a squash
and use it to
drink the sweet wine of victory
Prepare yourself
You see my enemy
When I win, you will not live to rue the day
that you lost
I will win...