Counting One

by Dyce


Disclaimer: Not one single member of the whole screwed up family is mine, and thank the gods for that. They all belong to Marvel. And the numbers are a THEME. Not post-midnight coffee-crazed weirdness. A THEME.

One is the nightmare, one is the dream.
One is the whisper, one is the scream.
One to bring the darkness, one to light the way,
One is one and one makes two, and then take one away.

One is for destiny, a dark prewritten fate,
Two is for parents, too little and too late.
Three is for the sister, who brings it all about.
Four is for a family, with only one left out.

Counting up and counting down, the numbers do not lie,
One and Two and Three make Four, with no room left for Five.
Little Five is all alone, and what is he to do?
If Five must be a one alone, then so must the others too.

One is the lullaby, one is the dirge,
One is the sword and one is the scourge,
One for getting lost with, one to find the way,
One is one and one makes two, and then take one away.

One is for destiny, avoid it if you can.
Two is for parents, who misunderstood the plan.
Three is for the sister, who led them all astray.
Four is for the family, and Five has got away.

Five is planning carefully, Five is hatching plots.
The Four will have nothing, and Five will have lots.
Lonely grief and sorrow are the gifts he leaves behind.
The wreckage of a broken life, there for One to find.

One is the bait and one is the prize.
One never tells the truth, one always lies.
One knows where he's going, one who knows the way.
One is one and one makes two, and then take one away.

One is for destiny, only enough for One.
Two is for parents, the wrongs that they have done.
Three is for the sister, who cast poor Five aside.
Four is for the family, in for a bumpy ride.

Then our Five discovers Six, a deadly Legacy,
Surely they must notice that, the One and Two and Three.
Must notice that and see him, and take him in at last.
Offer their apologies, and make up the suff'ring past.

But plans do ever go astray, and Five is still alone.
No team or friends or family, that he can call his own.
Only revenge is left to him, for all that they have done.
The victims of his mad obsession, Three and Two and One.

One is the desert, one is the sea.
One is a prisoner, one never free.
One and one together, might have found the way,
But One is ever One alone, and Five is gone away.

fin