title: Ode to Gackt - why Gackt left MM
author: hidliam MatSphere (aka hidoko Matsumoto)
archive: ^^; If you dont feel like killing me already, please do so, but I won't die if you don't.
mirror:^^;; same as above...
comments: *cough* This is for entertainment purposes only. I have a feeling someone is bound to take it seriously- and let me say it once, which I shant repeat. 
If you don't get it, it's your problem.^^; And everything is strictly ficticious, if there be any coincidences, it's mine pleasure.


Ode to Gackt - why Gackt left MM

(entre gackt)
gackt:	Oh mirror mirror,
	wherefore art thou mirror!
	deny thine factory and refuse thine Mana!
	Which day shalt thou be fried,
	O most wondrous Mirror?
(door opens, entre mana)
mana: 	Gackt, thou slight soul!
	Mine golden words so,
	thine relation with thine mirror
	Shalt fall.
gackt:	Away. Thine heart ist clear;
	Thine soul ist mine.
mana:	what laughter, what idleness!
	thou saucy fellow, thy head shalt roll!
gackt:	Me love the Rollin' Stone,
	Aye, doth good old times, hence.
mana:	Why doth mine soul be despaired?
	Me thinks it is the prospect of
	Trying a fool, aye.
gackt:	Me, a fool?
	Why, if not for mine charm, 
	Mine wits, Mine smile, Mine-
mana:	Enough! A fool speaketh no more. 
	Thou art fired!
gackt:	So it be your loss.
	In this fairy tale,
	The audience will whisper,
	"There goes a Prince!
	Where comes another?"
	I'm sure, wherever mine footsteps lead,
	Shalt lead the path of glory
	Among fairest maidens.
mana:	Not a single wonder Kami died
	O poor soul,	
	Having to listen to thine insanity.
gackt:	Sayeth doth thou!
mana:	Aye aye, the poor soul
	Cameth drunk to me a full moon night
	Breathing, his face doth reddened
	That Gackt had a relation with the mirror!
	What grief had he hidden
	In front of thine eyes?
	With those foul words thine lips speaketh
	Degenerating the words "handsome", "gallant", and
 	"prince".
	For prince thou art naught, Gallant never, and more
 	hanson than handsome.
	For in the reflection of thine eyes, 
	Doth exists but the reflection of thou.
gackt:	Enough! I shalt stand no more.
	I shalt quit!
	O beloved mirror, come with me,
	To a place with no sons of curs.
mana:	thine beloved mirror ist not a good,
	Thou art a stone, thou art a brick, thou art worse than
	senseless things.
gackt:	Thou testeth mine patience!
mana:	Go ahead, leave.
gackt:	Gladly, I shalt. *grabs mirror*
(door slams shut)
(exeunt gackt and mirror)
mana:	(to self) O, what hath I done?
	I drove away mine personal rice bowl, aye.
(fade away)

by hidliam (plutonium, uranium...), Matsphere.

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