rei

rei iunknown girl
always standing by
with no will of her own

why does she try so hard?
she never says anything
but does her best, least, it looks like it

falling, falling
tremolo bringing us down
she's here too. why?

got to trust her.
she offers no advice
only leads with sure steps and strides

yet she is unknown.
she doesn't know herself.
she doesn't want to.
 rei iithat girl.
she's a little more human now.
a familiar instrument joining the mix

she knows more than she seems to
and now, she shares some of it
like a kid sharing her lunch

she's just like ___
like ___ and ___
never known much.

never known kindness, never known love
she's generous but doesn't know the word
a youth treated like an adult

unsure of her own path
just like __ and __
there's something familiar there.
 rei iiishe is terrifying.
a force of nature
unrestrained by human bounds and bonds

what keeps her here?
a mother's love?
she could destroy everything in an instant

tension building as it's realized
she's not who she looks like
not a poor girl with no drive

pity flashes to fear
as that piano makes its entrance
the brass and strings surging and retreating

the same melody from i,
the horns winding down from the height of love
seething and flowing strings fly in and out

god, she's terrifying.
she's god, isn't she?
a sad one.

she knows what she can do.
she knows that others want her to do.
but she only acts with one person in mind.

and it's not herself.

she can make her own decisions now.
she's no one's doll.
 

a/n: i really like evangelion, so here's something that rei's first three themes inspired. go rei.

Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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