You might (make that definitely) enjoy reading this more if you do it while listening to this - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIHRgisdbeY
Out in the townsquare just east of the Bazaar,
I fell in love with a Mexican boy.
Night-time would find me alone by the fountain after he'd leave me to go play lockdown.
Blacker than night were the eyes of my Darkcub,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican bandido;
I was in love but in vain, I could tell.
One night a wild Icycutie came callin,
Wild as the The Jempire wind.
Dashing and daring,
A lockdown game she was sharing
With wicked Darkcub,
The boy that I loved.
So in anger I
Challenged her right for the love of mi amor.
Down went her hand for the Polaris she wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;
The pretty young stranger lay dead on the floor.
Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.
Out through the back door of the Lockdown I ran,
Out where the snipes were tied.
I caught a good one.
It looked like it could go high.
Up on its back
And away I did fly.
Just as fast as I
Could from the game that destroyed me,
Out of the bad-lands of Krogmo's Lockdown.
Back in the Haven my life would be worthless.
Everything's gone in life; nothing is left.
It's been so long since I've seen that bandido.
My love is stronger than my fear of death.
I saddled up and away I did go,
Riding alone in the dark.
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me.
Tonight nothing's worse than this
Pain in my heart.
And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking the Coliseum;
I can see Twenty-One knights down below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
Down off the hill to the game I do go.
Off to my right I see a team from Jempire;
Off to my left side an Echo of Silence.
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me.
I have to make it to Darkcub's Guildhall.
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side.
Though I am trying
To lean on my Drakon,
I'm getting so weary,
Unable to go on.
But my love for
My Darkcub is strong and I rise where I've fallen,
Though I am weary, I can't stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the Antigua.
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.
From out of nowhere my Darkcub has found me,
Kissing my cheek as he kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for,
One little kiss and My Darkcub, good-bye.
(3...2...1...Rev, and she's at it again.)
So, you dumped lionheart for him, really? BTW, good poem... and hope you restart on your fanfic someday...