Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. If I did, you people would know about it.
Kenshinlover: Okay. I know I haven't updated my story in a while. So sue me. I'm lazy. L-A-Z-Y. I just need to get off my but and type it. This little piece of poetry is what you get when you have PE for a class, it's finals week, and you have two hours on a metal bench in the gym. You know what I call that, TORTURE! My butt went numb within 30 minutes.
DarkMagician: Oh, it's not that bad. At least it was only for two hours
Starchild: Yeah! And you had your CD player and your imagination. To you, pencil + paper = stories.
Kenshinlover: Your right on that. Anyway, please review for this poem. I'm going to mail it in for a contest so I need your opinions. This is vital.
Is This It?
(A Rurouni Kenshin Poem)
Is this it?
Is this what I have fought for?
To stand on the edge of victory…
…or defeat.
It is dangerous.
Amber eyes glow intensly
As sparks light up the night.
Then, violet leaks
As I prepare to strike.
I hesitate…then stop.
Red swirls around me
As I turn and walk the other way.
I glance down at my hands.
Their flesh is gone.
All I see on them is blood.
"No more" I whisper.
Then I sheath my sword
And disappeared into the night.
Screams fill the air with smoke and light.
Is this it?
Is this what I have fought for?
All for the sake of a new era…
Kenshinlover: Alright. There you have it. Personally, I think it touches something. Don't know what, but I know it touches something. It struck a chord in my heart. And I wrote this! R/R please!
