A short poem on Shinpachi and how he hates killing, and why he does it. In my version anyways. Hope you like!
Kill: A poem by Chelsey Kirkland.
Killing,
it's not easy.
Ive always hated it.
But why do I kill?
What reason do I have,
to kill?
I will never know.
I kill to save,
my best friends.
One tall,
and one to mend.
Each one,
unique in thier own way,
and yet,
they were the same,
on that greatful day.
It was a grusome day,
about 1 month ago,
we killed and killed,
till no one show.
Blood rolling over our blades,
one yet clean,
while the others drenched.
Drenched in this crimson blood,
that spewed from the slits,
in the enemies bodies.
Blood that spewed from the arms,
getting chopped off.
We never,
not once,
quit killing,
but Ive always hated it,
but am still killing.
I save my friends,
I save myself,
I stick with it,
to be my own,
my own person who will,
find what is write,
and kill all that is wrong.
Me,
my name is not important,
but I will tell you this,
that I am short.
Short and fast,
that is my way.
I am like a bird,
just to fly away.
Spreading my wings,
to look down at the ants,
that are of my own kin,
named the Wolves of Mibu.
We are one,
and they are me.
I can never leave,
and they never me.
We will stay together,
through thick and thin,
just to die as one,
and be with one another,
always,
and forever.
Me and my friends,
will die a short death,
to Mr. Hijikata's,
sentenced Seppuku.
It is sentenced today,
at 3:00pm.
And we will die,
just to be with one again.
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