Melancholy
Disclaimer! Rurouni Kenshin doesn't belong to me, but to Nobuhiro Watsuki. Darn, maybe some day ^_^x
A poem I thought of while I was in class, fined tuned at home, hope you like!
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Melancholy
It is not an adjective,
But rather a state of being.
A state of being of a man filled with sadness, sorrow, lonliness and pain.
Sadness.
The fall of comrades so loved.
Sacrificing their lived for one well-respected man.
A man whose being is laced with sorrow, lonliness, and pain.
Sorrow
He mourns for his men.
He vows to avenge their death.
But it only contains lonliness and pain.
Lonliness.
He wanders off alone.
Without the support of friends or loved ones.
His journey knows only pain.
Pain.
A painful life, more meaningful than death.
He uttered these wise words.
And in the end he was more than death.
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A/N: I rather like this piece. I've never written much poetry, so this is my first real try at a serious poem. also, I can never never ever do rhyming or syllabic poems, they're too hard. But this isn't too bad, ne?
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