Shadows of Pain

Isolated in dark space,

The truth now plain to see.

Paying the price for ignorance,

Evil now plain to me.

...

Even now I stand defiant,

Will not follow decree.

And while my body plays the toll,

My soul still has purity.

...

To ignorance I was a slave,

From truth I will not flee.

I fall down to a cause that's lost,

My foe expressing glee.

...

And as I lie before her,

Facing deathly night.

I know that right up to the end,

I fought for what was right.

A/N

This stemmed from a request for a fic describing Villamax's final thoughts when being struck down by Trakeena. Although I had larger plans, I decided to cut them down to a simple poem. Unlike the Master Org oneshot I did, where I could branch out in character interpretation due to it being set early in the season, depicting an event at the end of a season was another kettle of fish, considering that my Power Rangers knowledge stems more from online sources than firsthand experience.

Or maybe I'm just making excuses. Anyway, Merry Christmas.