Author's Note: I wrote this poem a long time ago and finally got the guts to post it. Tell me if it's any good...poetry isn't my forte by any means.
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True Nature
The cold, golden gaze that never wavered.
Poison, razor-sharp talons in blood dyed
From every battle having been savored.
Western aristocratic daiyokai.
Does the elegance make him a faker?
For in him lies dormant a vicious beast
Able to send armies to meet their maker,
And, at the flank, stands ten fathoms at least.
Then unearthed was a fleck of compassion.
At last found was his rusted heart's portal!
Discovered in the strangest of fashion,
By the kindness of a little mortal.
So, good or evil? How should we construe?
Alas, the nature of Sesshomaru!