#zuko
He sits, listening,
To the sounds of wisemen bickering.
They plan and they plot,
They prepare and they propose,
But one is not enough
And so the whole battalion goes.
He sits, listening,
To the sounds of small flames flickering.
They throw meat to the wolves,
They crush a thousand hearts,
But this is not honor
And so one mind begins to spark.
He stands, speaking,
Of his people, his fondness leaking.
He is defending their hearts,
He is righteous and fair,
But this is not his court
And so tempers start to flare.
He stands, agreeing,
To a duel of fire, his temper steaming.
He will face the wiseman,
He will win this fight,
But that is not his opponent
And so defeat is in his sight.
He kneels, pleading,
For his own surrender, his soul bleeding.
He will not fight his father,
He will not fight his king,
But his father bears no hesitance
And so his screams begin to ring.
He bows, burning,
And his father says this is learning.
His mind cannot trace the lesson,
His face is melting with his will,
But he survives this tragedy
And so he yearns for his fathers love still.
A lone prince sails, chasing,
After a life he knows he isn’t facing.
He stood for the soldiers at his back,
He fell for their lies suffering bad,
But few know this painful story
And so he searches for honor he always had.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 12:10 AM UTC