Homage to Pride

November 8, 2011
By SirBoySon BRONZE, Louisville, Kentucky
SirBoySon BRONZE, Louisville, Kentucky
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It stops,
Like a man staring into the void
With Dissonant Comprehension
After witnessing the
"Sheathebreaker".

It dances, shimmers, sings,
To a beautiful requiem,
Masking the truth of its Design
As you are cut to the Heart.

It cries,
Out loud, later that night.
Weeps and whines and moans again.
Is it guilty of its new appetite? Its new thirst?

It falls,
Down, shattered, from the lifeless hand
That wielded it in ignorance.
Even in death, craving more bloodshed.

"Yes,
Pride is like a Blade"


The author's comments:
This is an imitation of the strange foreword style that is used in Bleach. I used a chapter title and one of the forewords in this poem, but only to pay tribute to Tite's ability to say what I cannot.

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