disclaimer: i don't own noir. never have, never will....
so, this is my second noir poem. i guess it turned out okay, although it's extremely short -_-;; i seem to be incapable of writing anything long about noir....anyway, this is basically about mirielle's past. it's also about "the black hands of the soldats", which i suppose could be mirielle and kirika or chloe and kirika, depending. (i haven't seen the whole series yet, so this is just my interpretation.) as for timeline, this was written after i saw episodes 16-19.
anyway, please read and review! i love getting feedback!
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Blood spils out
Across the floor
Death is waiting
At the door
A silver watch
Plays a mysterious tune
Tells the ancient fate
That binds the two
The hands of the Soldats
Blacker than black
The two maidens
Who govern death
so, this is my second noir poem. i guess it turned out okay, although it's extremely short -_-;; i seem to be incapable of writing anything long about noir....anyway, this is basically about mirielle's past. it's also about "the black hands of the soldats", which i suppose could be mirielle and kirika or chloe and kirika, depending. (i haven't seen the whole series yet, so this is just my interpretation.) as for timeline, this was written after i saw episodes 16-19.
anyway, please read and review! i love getting feedback!
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Blood spils out
Across the floor
Death is waiting
At the door
A silver watch
Plays a mysterious tune
Tells the ancient fate
That binds the two
The hands of the Soldats
Blacker than black
The two maidens
Who govern death