Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Trigun Poetry ❯ Upon the Destruction of My City ( Chapter 1 )

[Literally this came out of my @$$ today. In American Lit our professor told us to write poems based on the style of one the Puritan writers named Anne Bradstreet. The poem we read in class was "Upon the Burning of my House". He told us to write in her style and to make it with the same general theme, losing a worldly possession that you were really attached you and finding reconciliation with God at the end despite its loss. Now, before he told me this I had already started writing this poem, completely inspired. It has nothing to do with this theme. So I had to write another one. ^_^. I'm posting that one up too. But to prove to you that I'm completely psychotic both poems are based on Trigun. Yes…I am INSANE. Only I would write my American Lit poem about TRIGUN!!! And because it is a poem (and a fan fiction), I used some of my "poetic license" to make it work. 'Nuff said.]

Upon the Destruction of my City

As today I entered the city of July,

No other human life did I spy.

I searched throughout the entirety of the town,

But not a single soul did lurk, up nor down.

There was no bustle of city life;

The silence was so thick it could be sliced with a knife.

But nary a soul did I find,

So I cried, "Could anyone be so kind,

To direct me to where the people are?"

But the only sound was the swishing of the door to the bar,

And the wind whistling in response;

So I stood like a dunce,

Puzzled at what had gone on

And to the east came the twin sun dawn.

So I went to the City Hall,

Searching for some answers in the darkened walls.

But all I found was my big brother,

Sitting beside the corpse of another.

Tears slid down my quivering cheeks,

As he turned and said, "Hey! What's with the leaks?

How's it going? See what I've done?

Every living soul is gone!"

I stared at him with disbelieving eyes,

"How could you just ignore their cries?!"

"Ignore their cries?" he said and laughed,

"Their deaths were all my craft!"

With a sudden rage, I pulled my gun;

I cried, "You better start to run!"

He leapt from the desk, flicked away a pen,

And said, "You're going to shoot me again?!"

I shivered, fear rooting me to the spot,

And from my mind left all thought.

I pulled the trigger and off it went,

All my fear and hopes in one bullet, spent.

With amazing speed he ducked and dodged it,

And then-HOLY SHIT!

With a resounding blast from his own weapon,

He blew my left arm off and it was gone!

I flew back and cracked my head,

And for a moment, I thought I was dead.

But then I saw him stand over me,

Blood dripping in my eyes; I could barely see.

"You think I could be killed so easily?

For your betrayal, you'll have pain-eternally!"

With an evil smile, he snapped his fingers,

And on my gun did his gaze linger.

I turned and saw the blast of light,

And horror enhanced my plight.

My gun and arm was glowing with unearthly power,

And from it, I knew, death would shower.

I tried to stop its inevitable climb-

But I could not do it in time!

My screams echoed across the room,

But my gun arm glowed with pending doom.

And suddenly with a deafening scream,

Destruction exploded, tearing the city at its seam.

…Among the ruins of one of the 7 great cities, I did walk,

Torn, broken, lost, my heart in shock;

My memories and mind confused and fragmented,

And as I wandered, the city I lamented.

It was then I saw a young child in the rubble,

And I held her crying form to me for a cuddle.

Her tender tears shimmered and gleamed,

And I knew that I would be redeemed.

The city still lies in ruins untouched, unshriven,

But I will seek my revenge, a commitment driven.