I decided to take a little break from the angst and write something a bit more humorous today. Enjoy, and, as always, please leave a review!

Disclaimer: I don't own GS, like always...

It was an ordinary day in the world of Weyard, and a small boat cut the waves gently as it sped away towards the frozen land of Prox in the north. Aboard it were two evil people, standing staring menacingly out at a bank of clouds in the horizon as if daring them to try to delay their lighting of the lighthouse. Actually, only one of the evildoers was doing this; the other had his back against the ship's side, writing furiously in a small book.

"What in Mars' name are you doing, Agatio?" Karst asked, turning away from her attempt to outstare a storm cloud and turning her burning gaze to her partner.

"I'm writing poetry." The blue-skinned man replied, not looking up from his writing.

"Poetry?" Karst laughed. "You're a bad guy! You know, evil, brutal, all that sort of thing? Why the heck are you writing poetry?"

"Writing poetry is a way of expressing your soul." Agatio responded. "It's very relaxing."

Karst glanced over his shoulder at the words on the page.

Ocean
by Agatio

The waves pass me by
Wet, wild, wandering
Clouds dance over in the sky
White, wide, whispering
And now, while watching them, I
Wonder what they are running from?

"See?" Agatio asked. Karst just scoffed.

"Anyone can write junk like that." She said, rolling her eyes. "I bet I could write a better one, too."

"All right." Agatio countered, "let's both write a poem, then share them and see who came up with the best one. We'll write for, say, an hour?"

"You're on." Karst growled, running off to the galley to find some paper. She'd show Agatio. Poetry, hah!

An hour later, the pair met back on the deck. Agatio held open another page in his little book, while Karst clutched a very battered page of notebook paper. It was extremely wrinkled, with a number of holes from erasing too hard and what looked like a burn mark on one of the corners.

"You go first." she ordered.

"All right." Agatio said, clearing his throat. Then he began to read...

Mars Is a Wild Thing
by Agatio

They say that Mars is a wild thing
Consumed with fire and flame
Unappreciative of the spring
Wishing to hurt and maim.
But those who say that, do not know
Of the true Mars Adept's heart
Or of the frozen North, where winds blow
And white wolves nightly bark.
Yes, Mars is a wild thing
But only to survive
We are wild and cruel only to bring
Some respite to our lives.
For Winter steadily closes in
And freezes up our flame
For our wrongdoings, vice and sin
Do not haste to blame.
For think if you were in our place
And your town was slowly dying
Would you not try to save your race
And stop the children crying?
They say that Mars is a wild thing
That is the label that they give
But is it not the nature of wild things
To fight in order to live?

Karst harrumphed. "Very touching, I'm sure, Agatio."

"Now what about your poem?" he asked.

"It's right here. And it's much better than yours." She held up her piece of paper and smoothed it out, so she could read the faded pencil markings on it.

The Pretty Bunny Rabbit
by Karst

One day I saw a pretty rabbit.
And I thought
BURN!
MAIM!
BURN! DESTROY!
MUTILATE!
BURN BURN BURN BURN BURN!
BURN BURN BURN BURN BURN X 4!
And that bunny rabbit was no more.

Karst smiled triumphantly. "See, it's better than yours!"

Agatio stared at the words for a second, then shook his head. "Well, I did say it was a way to express your soul..."