O Death... - Story Poem

“O Death, I’ve seen your work before,
In every crack, in every door.
I’ve watched you stalk the streets I tread,
Where every breath could leave us dead.
The city’s pulse was cold and gray,
A world where blood and chaos play.”

I stood in a empty plain with nothing but souls around me to keep me company.

“I fought my way through broken glass,
And thought my strength would let me pass.
But then she screamed—my mother’s cry,
And I, too weak, just watched her die.
O Death, you took her, left me here,
Drowning in my helpless fear.”

Rain fell on a lone umbrella, my umbrella, overwatching a tomb.

“Why didn’t you come for me as well?
To end this life, this living hell.
I stayed behind, a ghost of flesh,
Tangled in guilt, in sorrow’s mesh.
The city’s walls, they closed around,
A prison where no hope was found.”

“O Death, those streets were paved in sin,
Each corner darker than within.
Where killers walk with hollow eyes,
And souls are bought with silent cries.
I fought to live, but what was life?
A cycle built on endless strife.”

I moved on, walked past the countless souls, tears didn't even wet my eyes as I was far too pained to cry.

“Then came the man, my sensei wise,
Who saw the fury in my eyes.
I begged him, ‘Teach me how to fight,
To stand, to make my wrongs feel right.’
He showed me strength beyond the blade,
But still, the pain refused to fade.”

“O Death, you lingered all along,
In every blow, in every song.
And when he fell, my master gone,
I knew the night would soon draw on.
I clenched my fists, my tears were stone,
For once again, I stood alone.”

I stopped in front of another soul, the one that helped me, the one that taught me, no tears to waste. Standing in the rain I realize I forgot the time and I walk home.

“Why do you leave me, O Death, why?
Is there no peace beneath your sky?
I’ve fought your hand, I’ve chased your call,
But you, it seems, elude us all.
In shadows deep, I close my eyes,
And wonder when my soul will rise.”

“For every day I carry pain,
A lifetime lived in endless rain.
The streets, the fights, the blood, the screams—
All haunt me still, all stain my dreams.
O Death, the days are cold and bleak,
And I, no longer strong, feel weak.”

Once I arrived home and closed my umbrella, I sat down on my bed. I thought about what I could have done to help, but nothing.
I don't feel sleepy, I won't sleep. I'll go out, the rain has stopped.
And so I do, I walk out of my house and think about the cursed city in which I lived.
Probably smoking crack or something, I decided to pay a visit to that city. I booked a travel, “This is the worst idea I ever had” I thought to myself, but what would another sorrow do to my cursed soul?
Once in that city, I wanted to cry but the tears had already run dry, I wanted to yell and scream but my voice had already left me when I was a teen. I wanted to…. Kill… to have revenge on this cursed city, but Death wouldn't allow it.

“O Death, you mock me from afar,
Your shadow haunts where my scars are.
So tell me why I’m still alive,
In this dark world, where none survive.
I fight, I fail, I cling to light,
But every day gives birth to night.
O Death, the days are fading fast,
And soon, you’ll claim me too at last.”

A few members of one of those cursed gangs surrounded me, probably thinking I had money on me. I don't blame them, I look like a depressed man in a fancy suit.

The city and its denizens were strong, stronger than me. Stronger than everyone, no wonder I failed to protect her, and no wonder I failed to protect myself.
As I lay on the ground, carrying this last sorrow, I thought to myself “Why now?”

“But until then, I stand alone,
With fists of stone and heart of bone.”

My dark cursed heart, now filled with something new, something gold. But not as nice and beautiful as gold, no… something I never wished, yet I desperately need, to have.

“The days are dark, the nights are white;
Upon this world descends the dark twilight.”

In that dying moment, the man that was known as Elias, aka James' and Honokenshi’s Student, changed. What was never possible before, now, because of all his sorrow, stood before those criminals that tried to kill him.

A man, covered in ancient samurai armor wielding a blade of dark and yellow flames. The armor was dark like his heart, but with dark golden outlines, just like the vengeance and hatred brewing in his heart.

It's unnecessary to say that those around him did not see the light of day.
But on that dark day, as mentioned earlier, something impossible happened. A mortal, no different from any other, had manifested all his sorrow and despair into power. He had, let's say, manifested.

Ooh

Totally not overpowered

For anyone who can't understand the poem:

Elias stood in a cemetery, upon his mother's grave while he thought about his past. He lived in a city where death was an every day thing.
He then moved on to this master's grave, that recently died due to old age. Then he went home, and after a few thoughts, he decided to go to the city where he was born in, as a "last sorrow", in other words trying to suicide.

But when he is killed, his suffering and pain manifest physically. This is called a Manifestation, which is manifesting mortal energy in physical form which is impossible for mortals.
But he manifested. His Manifestation consists in a set of armor and sword both black with dark golden outlines.

In the end he kills the criminals and also destroys part of the city