Disclaimer: Yes this IS an original poem and not about Hotothori. But I
found it would fit him well. But no where in here does it EVER say that
Hotohori is my creation, although I was born on the same day as Yu Watase I
hold no claim over any of her creations!
The Emporer By: Michiru I see the emperor, a youthful man, with all the wisdom of a scholar, Standing on a stone bridge. The bridge and him contrast each other. Himself with beautiful bright clothing on and silk. His face the pure vision of heaven. The bridge, a stony cold object that brings peace. This is obviously where he comes to Concentrate, Where the worries of the world can pass him by, To him a moment is an hour and his only purpose in life is just to be. All of my vision fades and I see the stone bridge alone.
I wonder what secrets of the years could nature tell us. Could it tell us of the royalty it has seen? Or maybe It would ask you to be with it and ask you "What do you see?"
The Emporer By: Michiru I see the emperor, a youthful man, with all the wisdom of a scholar, Standing on a stone bridge. The bridge and him contrast each other. Himself with beautiful bright clothing on and silk. His face the pure vision of heaven. The bridge, a stony cold object that brings peace. This is obviously where he comes to Concentrate, Where the worries of the world can pass him by, To him a moment is an hour and his only purpose in life is just to be. All of my vision fades and I see the stone bridge alone.
I wonder what secrets of the years could nature tell us. Could it tell us of the royalty it has seen? Or maybe It would ask you to be with it and ask you "What do you see?"