28-Jun-2000
Title: Death, be not proud...(1/1)
Author: Romyra
Archive: GW Addiction
Rating: G
Pairings: None
Keywords: Treize's pov
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Hmmm...happens during the war.
Feedback: Yes! Yes! Of course.
Notes: This poem is written by John Donne and again
its one of my favourites. This fic idea jumped out at
me today, begging to be written and so I did.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to
Bandai, Sunrise and
Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit
entertainment purposes.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor death; nor yet canst thou kill me.From Rest and Sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow;
And soonest our best men with thee do go-
Rest of the bones and souls' delivery!Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell;
And poppy and charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more: Death thou shalt die!
(Treize's pov)
// Duo Maxwell....pilot 02...The God of death...
Or so he calls himself.
Often my soldiers have heard his voice as they fly to
their doom.
His mad, cackling laughter strikes a chord...of utmost
terror...
Deep down into the hearts of even my most ruthless
soldiers.
His scythe represents a horrendous death,
To all those who are ill-favoured enough to see it.
But fly on... sweet death...
The war is not yet over...
And you are just like us...
One more soldier.
Another pawn in this game of war.
Fight on...02...
Fight... as we all fight...
Until a new dawn breaks...
And we reach a new beginning.//
The End
This poem is written by John Donne
(:./romyra/death)
