Papa Meta KnightIt was chaos.More Like This
Black, swirling skies of doom and despair. Blood and rain seeped into the parched ground and ruined battleships lay in disarray. It was so horrible and devastating.
So much pain. So much death. One by one, they all fell. All of his friends died in one single war against the monster that destroyed his world. He watched his world burn, just as he watched his friends fight and get slaughtered. He was alone now. The only one left all alone
Then he saw it. The tall figure rise from the black horizon and loom over him like a menacing dark plague. This was it. He was going to die.
The world around him imploded in shadows as he was cornered by the monster. The monster known as Nightmare.
Nightmare raised his hand, ready to strike the death blow. This is it! He was going to die! He was going to die just like his friends had! Just like-!
Meta Knight woke with a startled gasp. He was in a cold sweat and his breath was short and fast. He put his white-gloved hand
The Path of a Knight - PoemThe Path of a KnightMore Like This
Is it honestly my path?
Is it truly my goal?
Looking at the aftermath
I think it's all a toll.
Is there anything to gain
Killing left and right?
Do my friends all die in vain?
Do I want to be a knight?
A knight must be strong
A knight must be brave
They're forever singing a song
With words they should save.
When all hope is lost
The dark will consume
The light at any cost
Is this my tomb?
A flicker of light
In the darkest of dark
Is easy to sight
Then I see the shark.
A shadow of doubt dampens my hope.
My confidence is all but gone.
With the path of a knight I thought I could cope
Was I so very wrong?
All was lost with the death of my friends.
This cannot be the way that is right.
If I'm the only one, this ends
Why must it be I on the path of a knight?