Disclaimer:All standard disclaimers apply.The poem used
is written by William Blake.I practically beg to review this one.This fic is
merely a glimpse into Duo's private moments of life,the ones that if told will
somehow touch a reader.This fic is either deep or stupid and I am counting on
whoever reads it to tell me which one.Thanks for taking time and reading
this.
Weight of sunlight on my shoulders
By:Red Joker
Nobody knows.Absolutely nobody.They would never guess why I
became a Gundam pilot in the first place.They would never understand
why.What? Should I just walk to somebody and tell them I have wings? No one can
make me tell.Even when I was starving in the corner of the streets and getting
beaten everyday I didn't tell.The heck with it.It's not like I can use them or
anything.All my life I have dreamed of flying,no let me rephrase this I was born
to fly and then guess what I find out God has forgot to create my wings at
birth.So I am born once again and no wings.
I am not made of flesh and
blood.I am made of Earth and fire.I am black.My name is death.My home is
amongst nightmares.I wear night's clock and gallop on the roads leading to
hell.I sense your anguish as I drain every bit of life out of you and every
time my heart bears a new scar.I grant you peace but who will grant me
peace? No one.I am this lonely creature who is despised by
everyone,even his creator.
Then came that faithful day when those men
with black robes dragged me into that building.I will never forget that
day.The building had this tainted windows and light poured through the
colored glass and on my face. I could feel the touch of a hundred
feathers on my face,no I could feel every feather a raw of sunlight had ever
touched. Strange voices like nothing I had heard before were singing a
hymn. I stared at the pictures of saints on the colorful glass their crimson
lips murmuring a silent prayer.The words cast their spell on me and I drifted to
the land of dreams as the bizarre lullaby filled my ears.
Suddenly the
windows shattered and the church was drowning under the massive amount of
light pouring through the naked window frames.The world was swirling in a
pool of gold and scarlert.I felt like I was starving so I opened my mouth and
swallowed all the astonishing colors.
Suddenly I realized I had somehow
took a leap back into time.To when I possessed a different body and spoke
another language.I was locked in a tower and I was wearing a tight outfit
all red and blue and there were little bells attached to my hat tinkling with
each motion of the wind.So is that what I was? A court Jester of some sort
who is now awaiting his death? Then I knew.(Notice that Duo speaks about his
past self as HE.) One night he went all wild and acted like a maniac and they
noticed he was a real joker not some idiot wearing a mask.I could see their
horrified faces,eyes wide with bewilderment.It's obvious that he didn't fit
between them.They grabbed him,tied me to an stake and started whiping.They
wanted to get rid of this stupid clown.Who knows what sick thoughts may he
reveal this time? They were afraid of what this creature said.When he talked
they felt something changing inside of them,questions popping out of their
unconscious that made them suffer till they found the answer.Joker lit the spark
and the next minute the happy and secure world they had tried to build all their
life was burned to ashes with flames of a big revolution.Kill him,get rid of him
and squash him like a bug.That afternoon they took Joker to the top of the
tower,his eyes were shining with an unearthly glow.This fight was not over
yet,maybe he could still show this people all that mattered.That every human
being had ...He paused.He should make them see.He climbed to the top of the
tower,a blood hungary crowd watching his every move.He jumped into a vertical
dive spreading his wings and totally oblivious to the fact that he had left his
body behind.The wings weren't physical that's why each person saw them
differently or rather visualized them the way the always thought wings would
look like attached to a person's body_no soul.Now they knew that all human
beings possess wings if they would only look hard enough for them inside the
hollow chambers of their souls.
Drip,drip,drip.I wake up when I felt
small rain drops dripping from the pipes and tickling my nose.My shirt is
covered with vomit and small black flowers.I feel I am lying peacefully in my
tomb.I now can make out the words the silent saints are whispering.
"Bring me
my bow of burning gold.
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my
spear!oh,clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire.
I wil not cease from
mental fight.
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built
Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land."
I get up from this
day,this hour and upon this second I will learn how to fly. I will try to
accept that there will be no scared mountains and no prophets to stroll and
keep vigil in their caves.They will not come and save me,those mountains are
dust now.And maybe just maybe I can save the world the tiniest bit by telling
people that they already live in the skies and that I will bear the weight of
sunlight on my shoulders as long as for once they let the wind caress their
wings.
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