Title: A new beginning Fandom: Captain America: Winter Soldier Character: The Winter Soldier Rating: Honestly, no idea? Nothing bad. It's just basically the end of CAWS from Bucky's POV in poetry form ... Tags: Poetry, rhymes
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He is a shadow, mostly unknown: Few people know he exists He is a deadly force, working alone Killing with kicks, guns and fists
He has been empty, hollowed-out, Black And they have filled him with lies Something has happened, though, it's coming back He fails to remember, but tries
There was a mission; explosions; a fight A target, supposed to be dead Kill him!No don't, stop, you can't, it's not right! Voices inside of his head
The man fell (like he fell), they're both falling down There's water, there's cold and there's blood A body (a friend) sinking, He cannot drown! Out of the water, to mud
He dropped him and left, still but alive He should have been reporting back But he sits down, shuts his eyes and takes five A crack of light in his Black
He made a choice, then, and didn't return Which is why he's standing here In a museum, to find and to learn ... after which, he'll disappear
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Date: 2016-01-06 09:39 pm (UTC)Fandom: Captain America: Winter Soldier
Character: The Winter Soldier
Rating: Honestly, no idea? Nothing bad. It's just basically the end of CAWS from Bucky's POV in poetry form ...
Tags: Poetry, rhymes
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He is a shadow, mostly unknown:
Few people know he exists
He is a deadly force, working alone
Killing with kicks, guns and fists
He has been empty, hollowed-out, Black
And they have filled him with lies
Something has happened, though, it's coming back
He fails to remember, but tries
There was a mission; explosions; a fight
A target, supposed to be dead
Kill him! No don't, stop, you can't, it's not right!
Voices inside of his head
The man fell (like he fell), they're both falling down
There's water, there's cold and there's blood
A body (a friend) sinking, He cannot drown!
Out of the water, to mud
He dropped him and left, still but alive
He should have been reporting back
But he sits down, shuts his eyes and takes five
A crack of light in his Black
He made a choice, then, and didn't return
Which is why he's standing here
In a museum, to find and to learn
... after which, he'll disappear