Um, this is a poem that I wrote concerning Soujiro and about what happened,
inside and out, as he was perfected into a no-emotions minion.
Feedback is welcomed, so are comments, I'll write another poem about the
flames.
His eyes burned, blue fire
The blood spills were waves of red
The raindrops pattered softly
Falling on the dead.
And he just stood there
Smiling,
Just smiling and
Watching them die.
Though horrified
Of what he had done,
He still smiled.
He had forgotten how to cry.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------And that's it. Kind of short and pathetic really. Oh well, like I said
before, please comment.