*nero- n. A Roman emperor notorious for debauchery and barbarous cruelty; hence, any profligate and cruel ruler or merciless tyrant. You can see that I often use the second meaning of words in order to rhyme, like with 'contrition' (meaning sorrow for sin but can also mean regret or remorse and such). Believe me, it'll make sense (I hope so).

True Heroes

The system swirls and swirls
Without a sober explanation
And the inhabitants continue
To live their lives unfulfilled
Thinking that there is nothing
Absolutely nothing
Beyond the games
What a shame.

There�s the man with the silver locks
Pallid azure skin accenting his amber eyes
�Our hero is here,� the savior makes one cry
But who is this pixel-riddled stranger in disguise?
Do we care of his actual origin? Not at all.
As long as he keeps Mainframe from the free fall

A childish woman hides behind her shadow
She eyes her prey with aberrant affection
Feeling of contrition
Are far from existence
Which program will she follow?
The thief ponders deeply and swallows
"I�m alone and shall be so, unless-"
She holds the video-still that brings her bliss
Throughout the seconds in her life
Of a guardian deep inside the drive

�Isn�t it wonderful,� a lady speaks
With a withering honesty in her speech
A tear clings onto it�s pier, hiding
And the brave heart keeps on fighting
Fighting the truth.
What is the truth? We all want to know
�None of us are happy in this world�
We learn but the mistakes continued to grow
What ever happened to daddy�s little girl?

�Innocence is an illusion,� the man lies in his mind
How could a kindred boy become so stubbornly blind?
And he lives, he plays, he fights, and he�loves?
That�s what he said to the girl from above.
Do we believe him? Does his angst leave us doubtful?
Or is it because he changed to become oh so powerful?
Does fear break his weakened chain?
Or does courage mark his rage ever so fain?

They are the praised heroes
fighting against a tiresome Nero
They don't need a surfer's aid
To win the war at hand
So what am I doing here
when it will soon disappear?
It doesn't matter now that I stayed
so together, we shall stand
save myself a damsel in distress
and hope for incoming success

The emerald-cream haired girl sighs
In the locket of her thoughts
�Why do they always vie?�
Battles and wars fought
Do not add up to much
What will happen if it all fried?
Who will fight for such?
Is there a purpose to carry on?
When someday it will all be gone?
No one answers her in the dark
No one is there to hark
Perhaps no one wants to believe
The upcoming final siege
That will total all the eye can see
Or perhaps they don�t wish to conceive
The outcomes of their faults
And they carry on
they keep going on
They walked valiantly towards the brink.
They made this choice without pausing to think.
Soon enough there�ll be only one
Soon enough it will all be gone
But the woman does not sob
She keeps going on

�What exactly is to mend and defend?�
�Does seclusion halt the right to wend?�
�Does false hope make one sadder?�
�If I frown will it all be better?�
"Am I a friend or an outsider?"
�What if it never makes any sense?�
�Will we always be on the fence?�

And they ask some more
But like the times before
They are retorted with the same conclusion
Creating a vast confusion
And they ask no more

They live deep inside the drive
Living digital, harrowing lives
They whisper the phrase over and over again
The villains, the peasants, the heroes in vain

�Blame the user.�
�Blame the user.�
�Blame the user.�
�Blame the user.�
�Blame the user.�
�Blame the user.�

Over and over again�

Siblings

A brand new face,	Gone without a trace,
No longer the masked dame.	A legacy left to reclaim.
Perhaps, I've chosen the right path,	Perhaps, it was my warpath
Living in peace instead of a lie.	That caused my plans to nullify
But for how long?	and dreams go wrong.

Enemies, old and new, approach

Vengeance will come to encroach

my home

which side will I fight for then?

and I shall rise once again

Only one will unseal my true face
Only one will reveal my true fate

When the blue demon reemerges from the web

When the pale-faced one diverges from the rest

a n d f a m i l y m e r g e s ,

W e s h a l l s e e w h o e n d s u p o b l i t e r a t ed.

W e ' l l s e e w h i c h s i d e w i l l c e l e b r a t e.

W h e n t w o s i b l i n g s a r e a t l a s t , l i b e r a t e d.

~*~

*I'll admit it, "Siblings" was inspired by Lady Sita's two poems, "Pale-Faced One" and "Blue Demon."

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