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Warning for implied offscreen character deaths and sad.

Happy New Years.



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A log turned over, the crackling embers.

Another new year, the end of December.

A time for friends, a family for a time.

A while passed, a clock makes a chime.


Snapping out of it, the stick stifles a sigh,

Reflecting on how his life went awry.

A rollercoaster was how his time had been.

A while passed. A chime. Grim.




Remembering the friends, his face twisted in emotion.

He stifled his tears, preventing a commotion.

Alone now perhaps, but nevertheless,

Perhaps maybe, it was all for the best.


One after another, those close to him passed.

Did they loathe him for that? He'd wanted to ask.

Well, it's too late now to be up to the task.

One after another, now they're all passed.


Everyone close to him ended abruptly,

Messed up, glitched, or otherwise corruptly.

Now he's alone, unseeking of company.

To spare anyone else from ending up horribly.


Orange, yellow, green, and blue...

All of them with such different hues,

Still stuck together, forever like glue,

Hopefully enjoying some beautiful view.


Then the creator, who had toyed with him so,

Had since been changed, and flourished, and grown.

Seeds of friendship, were the ones they now sewn.

The creator might not have passed. Still disappeared, though.


On the other hand, 'crimson', the problem he let fester,

Was the biggest reason he had so many detesters.

Not that he minded - oh no, he deserved it,

But that was the reason of why he had quit.


Lastly, his blood red partner of wight,

Haunted by amber, the sun, the light,

Remedied their past and exceeded the right.

Rest in peace, friend. Hope you've won your fight.


Remembering the friends, his motivation renewed,

Motivation to uphold his vigilante servitude.

Another tear fell upon their hand of dark,

Not one of pain, but rather a spark.




Now, it's just he, alone on this eve,

Waiting for the countdown to reach its peak.

Alone he might be, but still has his memories.

A while passed, a chime and some grief.


A log turned over, fire starting to clear.

An hour passed by, now in the new year.

A time for memories, a time for friends,

A while passed by. A chime, and an end.






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Tried something a little bit different.

Cheers! Here's to the new years! :D




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