Sango's Blood and Kohaku's Breaking

I always wished more fics/poems addressed the Sango/Kohaku issue, angst- filled though it is. So here's my poem, for all the others who wish that too. At least tell me you read it, even if you don't give it a proper review, and whether you liked it or not. It's very discouraging to have no reviews.

Disclaimer: This poem is original, however, Sango and Kohaku are both creations of Rumiko Takahashi.

Note: Ane-ue means 'older sister.'

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Taiji-ya, three years I've waited.

This is all I've anticipated.

I wanted to see, to smell your blood.

What beautiful paint, that scarlet flood

Carrying away your life, staining the ground.

No sweeter pleasure have I found.

I love your whimpers, your soft surrender

As you cry and pray for me to remember.

Taiji-ya, how does it feel?

Do you wait for my anger to yield?

A merciless emotion, mercilessly given

For Naraku's plans, power-driven.

I sense life leave you, and the pleasure is gone

As your eyes slowly fade to stone.

What is this rush --- why do I now care?

And a storm of tears breaks my face, once fair.

Then it surfaces, recognition

I see old ghosts, my own apparitions

One by one, apparitions blend

Sango, teacher, sister, friend

For once, I choke at the sight of your blood

Ane-ue

What have I done?