i love drawing and writing about xiaolin showdown. it has completely taken over my soul. chase young is my favourite character, but i also love jack spicer. i wish he was real because it is one of my dreams to have him as a boyfriend.
If you want to read my stories then look up Tachzaruu on fanfiction.net

This is a poem i wrote about why chase young traded his soul and emotions. its called 'Dark Emotions'. i hope you like.

p.s: I am perfectly aware that the rhyming pattern is constantly changing, but that is how i wanted to write it.

p.p.s:I'd really appreciate some feedback so please, please comment...
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DARK EMOTIONS

She was gone. Gone.

Vanished without a trace.

She promised that it wouldn’t be long

Before I once again saw her face.

But she lied to me

Bade goodbye to me

And walked into the night.

I cried to her

Whispered goodbye to her

And so vanished the light.

I waited for her promised return

But it soon began to dawn

That no matter how much I yearn

She would be forever gone.

My heart began to blacken

And in anger my fists clenched

My mind began to slacken

Something inside me was wrenched.

The years passed and my strength grew

But even as I battled

My heart still ached right down to

The core and my emotions prattled.

No matter how much I fought

I couldn’t escape even as I sought

Release from the all these writhing feelings

And the rage that dwelled within me.

Emotions pricked and tore at me

Revelling in my red fury

It was unbearable to be like this

This was my ultimate weakness.

When I could bear the pain no longer

I summoned the services of the demon

I did not even sit to ponder

I rashly demanded my freedom

From these emotions which tore inside

The compassion in me I could no longer abide.

I traded my feelings and my soul

For a potion that would grant me eternal life

Without emotions I am an empty hole

Now my pleasure is gained from other’s strife.

My mind is calm, my emotions dead

And now my heart is bound to evil

My enemies my presence dread

The worms, so helpless and so feeble.

When I have no potion, I

Become a fearsome form

For centuries this I have borne

With empty, golden eyes.

Sometimes I still sit and ponder

Why she left, where did she wonder?

Perhaps because she had already seen

The monster that has become me.

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There. I hope you like! :)
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