Disclaimer: I don't own Hp or RK… I just write with the characters.
A/N: I don't really like Tomoe, but some of her thoughts from The Snow Raven by Krista Perry ended up as a poem. I know the story and poem won't really match, but I wanted to do something "new"… for me anyway.
Influence
Each quiet word he speaks,
each glance from his eyes,
leaves you filled with the agony of his existence.
His pain is exquisite,
beautiful and terrible all at once,
you are no longer the same person.
Your eyes blazed in the darkness,
this morning you were innocent,
such a contradiction from last night, ne?
The moment of destruction is passed,
your eyes are no longer empty,
do the murders mean nothing to you?
Are you truly a killing tool for the government,
or does each death imprint itself
deep within your young heart?
Do you remember their faces?
How can you bear to live?