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...
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.
There. I hope you like! :)