I wrote this right after the poem that I wrote to Sesshoumaru. One of them has to be my valentine. If only Vicious had not died, then this poem would have gotten to his syndicate which would have probably never gotten to him, oh well. Same diff now.
D* Vicious does not belong to me. But he will be my valentine in my dream.
Vicious Valentine
The silver streaks of hair,
the lifeless words you speak.
You kill without remorse,
Compared to you, everyone is weak.
Everyone fears you,
but your bird stuck by your side.
That is, until you blew it up,
Wise master, but only to death you guide.
Man without a soul,
you have a look that people dread.
I would ask you to go out with me,
but you're already dead.
D* Vicious does not belong to me. But he will be my valentine in my dream.
Vicious Valentine
The silver streaks of hair,
the lifeless words you speak.
You kill without remorse,
Compared to you, everyone is weak.
Everyone fears you,
but your bird stuck by your side.
That is, until you blew it up,
Wise master, but only to death you guide.
Man without a soul,
you have a look that people dread.
I would ask you to go out with me,
but you're already dead.