This is a poem I wrote a while back about how Kenshin must have felt after killing

Tomoe, his girlfriend. Agh, I feel so bad for him. It's sort of based on a poem by Fred

Gallagher, the creator of the Megatokyo...

Cold range and grief,

Of a crimson battlefield,

Erasing the dreams of the fallen.

Sword in hand.

Let me collapse in the red drenched snow.

Let the sword fall.

Let the sword fall.

Blood soaks my hands.

Let the memories fade away, let it burn…

To grey ash…

…Until I see nothing.