Literature
Noah Awakening
The path before me never seemed so bare.
In my mind, darkness is creeping.
Torn apart, I’m hoping for a prayer
As I’m left wondering.
Why none of you are here.
On my hour of despair.
Have I not always be in your company,
As we traveled fighting the akumas that exist?
Have we not always called ourselves a family?
And have I not always been an exorcist?
So why I must face this alone.
While you look at me as if I’m your foe?
Could it be that this Noah in me.
Is enough to erase all that we once had?
Those days we spent together, laughing so glad…?
Remember how if you cried, I’d always answer your call?
And now thi