"All Creatures Great and Small"
"Alpha"
"Babes in Smallville"
"Babysat"
"The Ballad of Trish and Henry"
"Blues"
"Bobby and Hank say 'Farewell, New York' and Other Things"
"Bobby and the Beast"
"Bobby's Casserole"
"Bobby vs. Pat Sajak"
"A Certain Face"
"Confounded Computer!"
"A Day at the Races"
"A Day in the Life"
"Dialogue"
"Dispensing the Shopping"
"The Early X-Men in Studio 54"
"Event"
"First, Do No Harm"
"For Remembrance"
"From the Dais with the Closed Coffin"
"The Good of the Many"
"Gunslinger Dreams"
"Heard No More"
"Hiccups"
"Homecoming"
"A Homely Touch"
"I Do Not Love Thee, Mr. Twinkie"
"Lamentation"
"Leadership"
"The Lecture"
"Longest Night"
"Love Is Just Another 4-Letter Word"
"Magic Breakfast"
"Making the Call"
"Midnight Twinkie Run"
"Miss April's Stars & Garters"
"The Morning Paper"
"Movies"
"Naomi"
"Neon Hearts"
"The No Story"
"Not a Creature Was Stirring"
"The Oath"
"Personal Delivery"
"Point Blank"
"The Power-Whup Girls"
"The Price of Coffee"
"Pygmalion's Silence"
"Rumble in Kitchen Stadium"
"The Shadow Inside"
"The Shi'ar Coffee Story"
"Shoot Me"
"Waiting"
"A Friend, Sleeping"
"A Small Addiction"
"Some Assembly Required"
"Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Someone Blue"
"Start Spreading the News"
"Such Sweet Sorrow"
"Tale of the Last Twinkie"
"Never Mess with a Furry Blue Genius"
"The TD2001"
"Tear Sheets"
"A Test of Power"
"Tripping into the Light Fantastic"
"Twenty First Century Guy"
"When in Rome"
"When Tomorrow Comes"
"Written from Purgatory"
"The Wyoming Pie"
"X-Men #75"
"Yummy Yellow White Surprise"
"Zero Degree Celsius"

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, they belong to Marvel. The storyline is not mine, it belongs to Poi. The poetry IS mine, though, so nobody else can be blamed. ;) This poem is a response/sequel/addendum to Poi's wonderfully fabulous story 'First, Do No Harm', and if you've read it, this will make much more sense. If you haven't, go and do so immediately. Not is it heartwrenching and beautifully written, but it's one of the few stories I've read so far that is so technically brilliant that I go green with jealousy every single time I read it.
Needless to say, this poem is for Poi.


The Oath

An oath I swore, in certainty,
That it would easily be kept.
In youthful pride mortgaged my soul,
Unto a fair far-off ideal.
Was it wrong to aim so high? Did
I some proud godling cause offence?
In seeking to alleviate,
The suff'ring of my fellow man,
Did I drive my friend to death?
Indeed it was my foolish pride,
That sent him to an early grave.
The fault was mine, and mine alone,
No god or demon caused this pain.
What need, when I can unaided,
Bring myself to such despair?
And such irony it is, that
Having sunk to such a depth of
Failure and agonized remorse,
I at last should find a cure for
The ill that stole my friend away.
The treatment bears his name, not mine,
So to preserve his memory,
When mine is gone - the right is his,
Not mine, to be remembered so.
For he was brave, and he forgave
Me for my deadly sin against
His trust. And I grieve still for him.
I would give all I have and am,
To hear his merry voice again,
But my false pride has left it stilled.
And I am left alone and cold,
With my broken oath for company...
A taunting failure, useless charm,
'Firstly this - do no harm'.

End