2By Mistress DragonFlame
Filia's POV.
With Lina Invers I was irked,
She got mad and burnt my shirt.
I was pissed off at Metallium, Xellos
I told him to stop, his reply was 'Hell no's.'
I planted my wrath within a tree and it did grow
Even though it was through the cold hard snow
And I watered it through the years
Sometimes, even, with my tears
And I sunned it with my smiles
Knowing it would be worth while
And it grew both day and night
Till it bloomed with its first apple bright
He knew it wasn't his to take
So he wait till I was at the lake
Into my garden, to my tree, he did stole
Jumping, even, with a pole vaulting pole.
When I returned to my garden, glad I see:
Xellos outstretched, dead, beneath the tree.
Xellos's POV
With Lina, Filia-chan was irked,
Lina got mad and burnt her shirt.
I annoyed Filia-chan, she did get mad,
But I must say, it was the best fun I ever had.
So with the battle over, I was board
And I invaded her home like a termite hoard.
She planted an apple tree in that little garden of hers,
I do love apples; she had better look out for then just birds.
So when she went to shop at the lake,
I knew it was time for the take.
Into her garden I stole,
Using a pole-vaulting pole.
I crashed landed into that stupid tree,
Landing on a little angry bee,
The apple hitting me right on my face,
And that little bee stinging me in my privet place.
Right when she came home from the lake,
A bit out of her tree's first apple, I take.
When she came out to water her plants, glade she to see;
My carcass, lying dead, underneath that damned apple tree.
The actual poem:
A Poison Tree
William Blake
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath[1], my wrath did end
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow
And I watered it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunn(d it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful[2] wiles[3].
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it be mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole
In the morning glade I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
[1] Wrath (rath): forceful anger; rage.
[2] Deceitful (disetfel): deliberately misleading
[3] Wiles (wilz): tricks used to lure someone.
