Deidara's Poetry
Above the skyline,
High above these lands called home,
My spirit taken by the winds of the supernal,
My freedom found in my last flight,
My dying light consumes my body,
Making my ashes turning to glass,
Nevertheless,
My beauty will never last.
Fleeting is the beauty of life, for it never truly realized until it ends.
My hope to reach the above,
To be crowned with the anadem,
On the other hand,
Maybe glide upon the heavens,
Oh,
But I'm no angel,
As sure as my one-way ticket to Hades.
But it's never coming,
Because I can see it all now,
I'm just falling back,
Into my captivity.
I am supine, immolated by my vanity, inimical disaster in my sight.
I am now a simple eidolon,
Whilom a soul once fatuous,
Reduced to a niddering by fantods,
Still somehow irrefragable,
Bound to this strange woman I now call my friend.
We gallivant across the unknown, to see the august lands, but I am still insentient, waiting to be found.
I am umbrage at her concern,
Because she thinks I cannot stay,
However,
She knows,
I am still there,
She stares at me feyly,
Astonied at best,
It unnerves me until I'm a mess!
But I made her a promise to never leave,
And I will keep such till the end.
Oh, now I'm mawkish over this girl, seeking the Koan of bliss, finding my humanity every step of the way.
She has found my remains now,
Blood- encrusted trees gave away my wounds,
Charred skin blistering my face,
All bones broken,
It is all saying I'm doomed,
But she huddles closer still,
Making me suspire again from her sorcery.
I am corporeal once more,
In keeping her promise to the fullest,
From the brightest to the dullest,
Enjoying a life that once was broken,
I gently hold this new form of art in my hands,
For she has taught me her own,
So I spare every breath I have to give,
Dedicating my will to live,
Practicing her art called "Love"
"You're still awake?"
"Yep. Do you think I would forget today, hmm?"
"Deidara, its four o'clock in the god-damned morning!"
"Aren't you supposed to still be sleeping, Sakura dear?"
"I couldn't sleep, with that typewriter going all night!"
He had to chuckle.
He noticed early on that women were not morning people, and really, neither was he, but today was special and by god, it was going to stay that way.
What he was typing was his first attempted at romantic poetry, using his past memories of their first "meeting" to influence his new work of art. His original intentions were to present this during breakfast, but thats shoved (literally!) all the way BACK to dinner.
His mind was also set on the diamond wedding ring he was hiding under the mattress, under her, wondering if he put it in the pudding (She likes chocolate, he reminded himself), would she would find it first, or, on the other hand, choke on it. He always thought of the little things, even when they weren't the most pleasant.
He peered at her sideways, preparing an elicit delay tactic.
"Well, maybe I can make it up to you and help you get to sleep, yeah"
He would wear his lop-sided smirk, just to piss her off, and she knew it.
She narrowed her eyes at him, those glimmering, jade eyes that understood the message he was giving. She then began to smile slowly.
"Well, maybe you could".
A/N: I was challenged in class to write a Deidara anniversary poem, other than that, this oddity has no place on anything for viewing, but I posted it, so you all can kill me now. Anyway, there is too many for what is That Word, so get a dictionary if you don't know what it is.