"Who?"

© 1998 by Corvus

Who do you think I am?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you could be?

Running around in those ridiculous skirts...
Running around in those ridiculous bows...
Running around in those ridiculous outfits...

And yet.
And still.
And so.

Time and again you bested me.
Time and again you defied me.
Time and again you confounded me.

With each passing moment my rage grew.
With each passing moment my hate grew.
With each passing moment my peril grew.

Beryl's displeasure...
Beryl's resentment...
Beryl's anger...

My leader.
My queen.
My doom.

Who will take my place?
Who will take my duty?
Who will take your lives?

You miserable brats.
You miserable children.
You miserable girls.

I feel my destiny.
I feel my fate.
I feel my end.

Stopped.
Trapped.
Damned.


Author's Note:

This poem is from Jadeite's point of view, either just as or just after Beryl zaps him. Everybody moons over poor Kunzite losing Zoisite... but who cares what Jadeite feels? Not many, it seems. So here it is, a scathing curse, but of whom? The Sailor Senshi?... Or himself?...


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