So, I had some free time in class today, and I ended up writing this little poem (I'm not that into poetry, so if it sucks, I'm sorry). I probably should have worked on one of the three incomplete stories I've got right now, but...Oh well. Reviews are welcome!

A fiery soul burns brighter than light

Touching hearts lost in shadows dark as night.

He seeks only a place to belong;

Has been met only with terrible wrongs.

Finally he discovers a place to call home;

Two brothers who make him feel not so alone.

Yet tragedy strikes even in this happy place.

A brother is lost, and only left a small trace.

Two left; they swear to live without regrets.

And in years to come, they take what they can get.

Out to sea goes big brother, to live out his dream.

Along the way his crew forms an unbeatable team.

A living earthquake is next on the rookie's list,

And he finds he can't beat that man's giant fist.

He's resistant at first to join Whitebeard's crew,

But as time goes by, they become family too.

Sadly again, death darkens the day.

A life is ended so that one man could have his way.

Fueled by rage and anguish alike,

The flame sets out to make matters right.

But misfortune is met when the darkness prevails;

The flame locked away in a sea stone jail.

An execution date set; the family starts to move.

The fire is filled with worry anew.

An earthquake, a phoenix, a giant and more;

All rocking Marineford to it's very core.

Then little brother arrives on the scene,

Determined to succeed by any means.

Casualties for both marines and pirates alike,

Each side puts up its very best fight.

Finally free from his shackles, the fire burns strong,

But soon Fate reveals what it had planned all along.

Magma starts flowing, a destructive force indeed;

It pays no mind to it's comrades in need.

It rushes forth with single minded desire,

And succeeds in it's mission to burn even fire.

And so, despite what the family had in mind,

The burning flames flickered and eventually died.

Now we think back and always remember

Those burning hot flames and sizzling embers.

The fist of fire, so loyal and true,

Is always remembered with fondness times two.

His flames will live on in those who care;

In their hearts and minds, he will forever be there.

R.I.P. Portgas D. Ace.