Hisoka's Death (for lack of better name)
Author: Stephanie
Rating: PG for a little bit of goriness
Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei
Something I made up for a poem in English class, which is why it does not completely follow the story.
The moon was a blood-red color.
An eerie silence filled the air.
In the basement of the manor,
Lived a young boy with soft blond hair.
His eyes were like dark emeralds,
Which shone brightly in the moonlight.
That night he could not fall asleep,
So he slipped into the night.
He crawled out of the house,
And sat under the sakura tree,
With out knowing what is was,
That he was about to see.
A woman screamed for mercy,
As the knife plunged into her heart.
She fainted as she felt the murderer,
Tearing her body apart.
The young boy witnessed it all,
A frightened look on his face.
The murderer walked toward him,
Picking up his pace.
The boy died not too long later.
In the murderer's arms he lie.
That night he learned the murderer's rule:
All witnesses must die.
god. That sucked. I'm such a bad writer. I skipped the whole raping thing and the being ill for 3 years thing. I thought it would be too confusing and inappropriate for my teacher. Then I didn't make another stanza about it because I'm a lazy person. SORRY!!
stephanie (5/6/03)