Disclaimer: None of this is mine, except the plot. This poem is Poe's The Raven.

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The Raven: To Protect my Heart and Soul

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The Raven

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if (her) soul in that would word (she) did outpour.
Nothing further then (she) uttered- not a feather then (she) fluttered-
Till I scarcely more then muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow (she) will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

-Edgar Allan Poe

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I don't know why I am so attracted to him. I couldn't say I love him. I don't think I am capable of love. I once was, you know? Capable of love. I hardly remember it now. The other mutants call me cold and say that I don't have a soul. Maybe they're right, but I did have one once, you know? A soul. I loved once too.

There's a secret that no one knows about me. I wasn't born with blue skin the way everyone believes I was. I stay in this form to protect myself, to protect the heart and soul that I no longer have. I was so set on protecting that I lost them. I lost them when I stopped loving and feeling, I stopped living, really. All I have left now are vague memories of the past when I felt, when I loved, and when I lived.

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