[1] Hey, Gura~ I wrote you a poem, because you've been having it so rough. I really wanted to support you, and all I could think of was poetry and SC. So, here are 30 SC's that I hope you'll enjoy~
[2] I am but a small shrimp. Beneath the ocean I lay, unwilling to ever crawl. The end is nigh! And so I lay, this rock my grave. Darkness above, a swirl of sea foam which light does not escape.
[3] I see no wonders, no splendor - not even a parade. Alone I live, alone I die, alone I watch a figure walk past me, not an espy I crave. Who? Why? I cannot tell.
[4] But outstretched their arms go and a sweet melody come flow, "S○n! O' Mr S○n! Please, sh○ne down upon me!" A silly verse is met without recourse.
[5] And yet, I have no place to go, so I watch the likely chanteuse dare not despair. Recommence the solo, bringing forth their heart's desire! Days on end, a dozen ever further
[6] - until so do disperse those cloudy waters, part ways the fickle foam and set forth the shining one! A heavenly moment, my little eyes witness. Gentle rays ballet, caressing their unveiled form
[7] Hair, silver lined by tinge of blue, eyes beholden a luster… Nay! Gaze upon their soul within! Such delineation cannot even begin! Sudden breath escapes my lungs, a fear to be se en overcome.
[8] Yet, unnoticed I go as the figure - a she - swims gleefully away. Is it true? Have I gone mad? A chum like no other is just this way. I must proceed ahead! Or this life will be wholly mislead.
[9] Scurry along, little pereiopods, down the path less trodden; once enshrouded with foamy storm - 'twas recently undone by this radiant chum
[10] O' heavenly Selachii, behold now your corporeal physique; over their shoulder rests a fork of nobility, to which knapsack full of seaweed and rations hang. Emergency rations?
[11] Why, a Bloop! An artifact of wars long had. To what journey do you flow, chum I wish to know? Prevailing tales about you, and how you've grown.
[12] Joyful, sorrowful, such many a thing; everything about you, from how life came to be. Yet overhead, a shadow now creeps.
[13] Silhouette of a foe I dread - Orca, O' foulest beast; like a crack of thunder, tail shatters cliffside asunder. My chum! Lookout!
[14] But, words fail to flow - frail little chords taken their final toll. And so, with scrunched up rear, rapid takeoff I go. Flicking towards her hip with haste, collision nearly snaps my carapace.
[15] But enough force naught to succeed, as crumbling debris bury us completely. Terror, gasps - chum, don't fret! Not here, not now - my life be yours, instead.
[16] Hoist these stones, a ton they weigh; tail caught screaming, your fears allay. Chum, I am here… but please, hurry now. Such force, I reckon, is not meant for mere crustaceans. Ah, indeed
[17] - snapped in two, my death resounds. She is safe, make no mistake. Such efforts were not for waste. Sublunary life of mine, your end is nigh. Once again I lay, this rock my grave.
[18] Fearful I am, though not for my mori - a vanished life beside you terrifies me with worry. What could have been, what could have se en… what might it be, to have your hand to cling.
[19] Memoirs of mine fade, the void do taketh - breathing my last, it was all so she'd make it… "O' small shrimp who saved me - even listened to my song. Dared not laugh, nor critique
[20] - only silently did you creep. Within these hands I hold you, it is as I feared - forfeit your life, that I may be secure. Fought off the whale, though nipped my tail.
[21] Too bloody these waters, it is land I wish to sail. But, why must life vex me so? Naught much seems to matter. I hunger and pain, without much gain. It all feels so pointless, even in your mori.
Couple of random screens (didn't want to cap them all)
[22] So, small shrimp - for your sacrifice, what have you obtained? Does everything still feel the same?" Weakly, my eyes open. Such beauty before me
[23] - though bloodied and beaten, you radiate like a divine beacon. Into the eyes of unfathomable light I stare… Does heaven greet me within her glare? Ah, a smile - like none I've ever made before.
[24] Creeping across my cheeks, I finally feel at peace. Please, graciously allow me to say how I feel. To lose this precious chance would truly be ill. "O' chum, O' Selachii
[25] - O' soul, so eau de Nil. Like brightest stars, a cosmos is born - within your eyes lies greater than our own. Reflect upon my ill lived life; had I known you'd come I'd have done just right.
[26] But there is only forward, and the time is present - so to you… each other, is what I say. Does any other feeling matter, in this crummy sea? I think not, for warmth is what we all need.
[27] I long to hold you, though that is now lost; so instead I shall bolster you, with all of my flesh. Consume my everything - it is all yours; my mind, my heart… my soul, ingest it all.
[28] My sacrifice is for you, because it is you I adore. Foolish, it may be? I suppose so. Yet these feelings stirring my soul, are all that I've ever owned. O' Dearest Sweetheart, I Love You.
[29] My chum accepts the earnest claim - gnawed and devoured by Selachii teeth, my death is most profound. I never once heard her name, nor gave mine…
[30] But, Same I shall call her, thus my soul will proclaim - for it means to 'listen well'. And so, I was finally heard. Fin
