Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of the characters that are portrayed in this poem.
Ride the chilling wind,
across the burning sand;
along the trail of life -
with it in your hands.
Items made through bloodshed,
seven for the priests;
with their magic powers,
to bring upon the peace.
Rage for fallen comrades,
scarred by darkened times;
revenge, his only wish,
to make up for the crime.
Defeat brought in battle,
but denied his death;
instead, trapped inside,
to await his final breath.
Millennia of silence,
until a new time came;
to possess a boy's body
and rule a Shadow Game.
Since today is Ryou/Bakura's birthday, I decided that I needed to write a little something for them! So, I started off with something about Thief Bakura, where it all began and then slowly changed it into Yami Bakura as the poem neared its end and even managed to squeeze Ryou in there. I hope you like it.
Happy birthday to them!