Dragon
Your onyx orbs like a black storming cloud,
To see through windows into your just soul,
Beloved dragon so noble and so proud,
There you dwell as your heart hardens to coal.
With evil gone you have no means to fight,
Oh mighty solder, justice crusader,
You must turn your face to see the light,
The sly cunning fox, the death evader.
Bloodied hands stained with blood are now washed clean,
Thy tainted soul with painful scars may heal,
Now your spirit fights to be heard and seen,
It asks if this pacifism is real.
You are the last of a warrior clan,
Ai shiteru Zutto, my Wufei-chan.
