Ballad of Matt and Maelyn

By EntreriRose

Wind blew through the young lovers' hair,

They were joyous and had no cares in the least,

The Odaiba scenery rolled by

As they sped away on the two wheeled beast.

Maelyn, clutching the young man,

Hugging her lover true,

Rested her head upon his shoulder,

Whispering how lovely were his eyes blue.

No heed paid to the road,

Matt ran the red stop light.

Their motorcycle spun wild,

And heaved them off with all its might.

They met the cold pavement in unison,

The concrete covered in crimson stain.

Matt held his love one last time,

And saw her eyes close to never open again.

"What have I done?" the young man cried,

Tear streaked face turned toward to solemn moon,

Praying for his new love so quickly lost,

Hoping to join her soon.

A dismal rain fell on the grave,

The fresh mound showered by the tears of heaven.

Guitar in hand, Yamato sang,

A soulful sound, pure and even.

The weeks passed, the wounds healed

Though the pain in his heart would never subside.

He gave up his guitar for a glittering knife,

And without a tear, he eagerly died.