Sympathy for the Lamentable Lex LuthorJun 24 '06 (Updated Oct 11 '06) Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line Poor Lex Luthor... Well, it's been a while since I posted a poem on here, so I figured I'd give it a go again. I've been watching a lot of Smallville lately, and having finished the third season, I am feeling very sorry for Lex indeed and wanting very much for the whole thing to turn out like Star Wars. What good did it do for Clark to save Lex's life if it costs him his soul in the end? Conversely, if Lex would have survived the crash without Clark's intervention, is their whole relationship forged from a false premise and therefore moot? I know, I know. I get way too emotionally involved with people who don't exist. But it has real-life implications too. I'd much rather see redemption than come-uppance. How does a person become evil - and can they really be evil if they were once good? And can the good in them ever triumph again? These are the questions that intrigue me... I dedicate this poem to Michael Rosenbaum, because of whom I will never quite be able to see Lex Luthor as a villain ever again. His Friendship “I never will forget,” I promised him, “How much your friendship means to me,” a vow So earnest, for my longing made me dim… But I can see him all too clearly now. I turned to him with gratitude and joy The moment that I thought he saved my life. How could I know this flannel-clad farm boy Would ultimately bring me so much strife? He gave me strength to prove that I am not The monster that my father’s always been. He helped me find the purpose I had sought, The impulse for an epoch to begin. Reborn, now altruistic and aware, I thought my life was perfect for a while. Elated that I’d found someone to care, I reveled every time I made him smile. I saw in him the finest sort of friend, Worth clinging to no matter what the cost, To coddle and to faithfully defend In penance for the brother that I lost. A wholesome hick whose family I craved. But he was not as simple as he seemed. I learned, with every person that he saved, His secrets went much deeper than I’d dreamed. And every time I caught him in a lie, It haunted me. Can I be blamed because My curiosity could not defy The chance to find out who and what he was? Perhaps there were a few mistakes I made, Half-blinded by my insatiable lust For knowledge… But then, I have been betrayed By everyone I thought that I could trust. Why couldn’t he just tell me the truth or At least forgive my aching need to know? I have tried to be more than a Luthor; I realize now he could not let that go. I wouldn’t have abandoned him or turned Against him, though, no matter what I found. But loyalty is useless. I have yearned In vain. My soul is shattered on the ground. He never gave me the chance to explain Or spared a final glance into my face, Emblazoned with an unparalleled pain That, if he tried, he could not now erase. I feel I’m slowly drifting toward the dark, A journey I am helpless to prevent, Condemned to keep the vow I made to Clark: I won’t forget how much his friendship meant. Smallville: Season One Season Two Season Three  |
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