A/N: So I wrote a sonnet about Thief Bakura. I really like this format; I tried to visualize different concepts in the stanzas.
Sonnets/other poems will be collected here in no particular order.
It is the wind that shaped this sea of sand
that draws him out, towards the star-specked night
to run and thrive and live and proudly stand
as one who pours his soul into his fight
It is the gash that runs from now to then
that has him bloody blades and cast the blame
the sore inside his heart that opened when
the ash inside his mind gave birth to flame
and he who wields the flame that once he feared
within one closed fist a sharpened knife
and blackened earth where once the sunlight seared
but in his other hand his lust for life
that shows that the once shining soul is marred
but still holds beauty, though it may be scarred