Disclaimer: I do not own any Saiyuki character...i just wish i did...T.T
A Quarrel for Two
I stand there watching him like
a hunting hawk. He is there, staring back, his bright
purple eyes like a cat's, stare into my own.
His black silhouette is his soul,
the red sun behind him is his hair.
He is my target.
His hands are like none others.
In them hold his fated past.
Three birthmark stripes on your face show
your tribal place...
He still watches me, waiting for my move.
He is my only fight, for now.
He attacks with his sharply clawed hands,
like a tiger pouncing on its prey.
He has extreme speed; he is inhuman.
His race takes away his will, but he still stands for all
of his own, like a wolf leading its pack.
He is my enemy.
The others are in their own fights,
able to keep themselves up on their own like a
horseback rider that constantly falls.
My eyes that look far off
into his are his only stimulant.
Before I make the counter of my life,
I listen to the voice within my heart,
and embrace the sun still red, like fragile glass.
For it may be the last time I see her.
I am the victor here.
I strike back with my weapon, and succeed.
He soars to the ground, his white lined
black jacket sways in the wind.
He does not give up, for he is the demon prince,
he is the one that illuminates the night that dawns so soon.
He is not alone.
Three others follow, that have
the same fate as him. For they are his kind too,
and would not be defeated easily by their enemies.
In such a moment, I began to think:
No. I am one of them too...
I halt in my second attack, and land
safely on the ground. I see the others
behind him, still fighting their battles with pride.
Pride...
He snarls at me between his teeth,
as he is helped up by one of his that
could not fight any longer against one of mine.
He looks at me, his princely
eyes glaring into mine.
He is my friend...
My comrades all stop in their quarrel's for two,
and stare each other down, and then at him and me.
We realize that our fight belongs to
other's of their kind, not them. They are noble, not hostile
against us, like the rest.
We spare each other's lives, and walk of into the sun set.
We'll meet here again, someday.
If that's the truth.
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P.S: To sum up this poem before people start to eat me about it, its
pretty much a fight between Son Goku and Kougaiji.Yup, thats about it...this started out at a school project, then later i
edited it to be more Saiyuki-like. Enjoy! Oh, and reviews are very much accepted here! They help me
out with future works. ^.^ ^.^
A Quarrel for Two
I stand there watching him like
a hunting hawk. He is there, staring back, his bright
purple eyes like a cat's, stare into my own.
His black silhouette is his soul,
the red sun behind him is his hair.
He is my target.
His hands are like none others.
In them hold his fated past.
Three birthmark stripes on your face show
your tribal place...
He still watches me, waiting for my move.
He is my only fight, for now.
He attacks with his sharply clawed hands,
like a tiger pouncing on its prey.
He has extreme speed; he is inhuman.
His race takes away his will, but he still stands for all
of his own, like a wolf leading its pack.
He is my enemy.
The others are in their own fights,
able to keep themselves up on their own like a
horseback rider that constantly falls.
My eyes that look far off
into his are his only stimulant.
Before I make the counter of my life,
I listen to the voice within my heart,
and embrace the sun still red, like fragile glass.
For it may be the last time I see her.
I am the victor here.
I strike back with my weapon, and succeed.
He soars to the ground, his white lined
black jacket sways in the wind.
He does not give up, for he is the demon prince,
he is the one that illuminates the night that dawns so soon.
He is not alone.
Three others follow, that have
the same fate as him. For they are his kind too,
and would not be defeated easily by their enemies.
In such a moment, I began to think:
No. I am one of them too...
I halt in my second attack, and land
safely on the ground. I see the others
behind him, still fighting their battles with pride.
Pride...
He snarls at me between his teeth,
as he is helped up by one of his that
could not fight any longer against one of mine.
He looks at me, his princely
eyes glaring into mine.
He is my friend...
My comrades all stop in their quarrel's for two,
and stare each other down, and then at him and me.
We realize that our fight belongs to
other's of their kind, not them. They are noble, not hostile
against us, like the rest.
We spare each other's lives, and walk of into the sun set.
We'll meet here again, someday.
If that's the truth.
************************************************************************************
P.S: To sum up this poem before people start to eat me about it, its
pretty much a fight between Son Goku and Kougaiji.Yup, thats about it...this started out at a school project, then later i
edited it to be more Saiyuki-like. Enjoy! Oh, and reviews are very much accepted here! They help me
out with future works. ^.^ ^.^