One Evening's Masquerade
Notes: This poem is going to be primarily done in Misao's POV unless noted otherwise. If you have any questions or comments feel free to communicate them to me through the review option. Thank you and please enjoy my poemfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Aoshi or Misao. They were created by the genius that created RK.
My Beloved, Why are you so quiet?
You're always still - handsomely quiet.
No! You will step into the light tonight-
Yes! Even if I have to spark a flame.
Your smile that would be an enticing sight;
The ultimate tactic to win the game!
Dash to my room, I'll be victorious!
I loosen my uniform; the ribbon
That ties - unravel that tangled ribbon,
That native cuff that keeps my hair bound.
I pinch my cheeks and write a little note
Telling my sweet that I have to be found.
A private talk in the garden, I quote
Vaguely. Not told but results glorious!
Nervously tense while down that I go.
Your love I dreamt as to your door I go.
The door glides open without effort.
I plead with the gods to keep you busy,
For time is borrowed and it's your court
I hope to gain, as for my victory,
I lay down the weapon I have crafted.
Thus begin those plans which I have drafted.
