I do not own InuYasha.
This story is in the point of view of Izayoi
This tale is true and all mine.
It tells of a dark dawn of the morning.
On this morning the sun will not shine for a
Shadow has fallen over my heart.
My mind was bound in chains and my soul
Screamed of worry for my child. The one
I birthed was wrenched from my arms.
The death-noise instead of my child's laughter and
Screams gave me a taste of unhappiness and the feeling
Of being alone. Night will fall and my heart would begin to
Harden knowing my child is still not with me.
My child now a man came back to me head held back,
His youth a thing of the past. My InuYasha has grown so brave.
His face lit by the golden light. So bright only the Heavens could hold it.
My heart filled with pride no man nor woman could feel.
May days are gone and I now live in his magnificence.
That orange red sun has finally risen again.
