Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter x Hunter, have no intention of doing so.
Author's Notes: First HxH poem, written when I got locked out of the house while writing this. No one was in and I don't have any keys. Its amazing how much inspiration the wind and falling leaves can give you. Ya, I know its still not proven that Kurapika is prince of their tribe. Lets just say that he is in this poem.
Blood Red Dreams
In the middle of the night
In the middle of my sleep.
I see them again in the darkness.
Red, drenched in blood was the ground where they lay.
Red, like the orbs that was once in the empty socket on their faces.
I see myself as I was back then
A child crawling out of the place where they hid him.
They wanted to keep me safe.
But from what?
No, wait, I already know the answer to that.
What I don't know is.
FOR WHAT?
So that I may live?
So that I may rule them?
Guide them? Enlighten them?
Live happily side-by-side with them?
What a joke.
What am I supposed to rule when they're all dead? Corpses?
All hail Kurapika, king of the eyeless corpses!
Very funny.
Too bad, I'm not in the mood to laugh right now.
Red is the color of passion, the intensity of my anger.
Hate for those who have done this to me.
Hate for those who have destroyed what was supposed to be my future.
Red is the blood that they will spill
As little by little as I break off their legs.
Red is the color of the eyes I must collect.
To regain the honor of my murdered tribesmen.
Red is my blood.
I am bleeding in the inside.
I am crying in the inside.
For red is also the color of my anguish.
I know that I must do this alone.
But why can't I?
Why must they care for me?
Friendship. they say.
I can't deny the comfort they give me.
But it seems unfair that they would share my pain with me,
That they would be willing to risk their life for me.
But why can't they understand that they're just.
Just getting in my way.
For I don't want to lose anybody again.
And if I stand alone.
I bleed alone.
I die alone.
I open my eyes and wake up.
But still this blood red dream continues.
And it will continue to haunt me.
Awake or asleep.
Forever.
Author's Notes: First HxH poem, written when I got locked out of the house while writing this. No one was in and I don't have any keys. Its amazing how much inspiration the wind and falling leaves can give you. Ya, I know its still not proven that Kurapika is prince of their tribe. Lets just say that he is in this poem.
Blood Red Dreams
In the middle of the night
In the middle of my sleep.
I see them again in the darkness.
Red, drenched in blood was the ground where they lay.
Red, like the orbs that was once in the empty socket on their faces.
I see myself as I was back then
A child crawling out of the place where they hid him.
They wanted to keep me safe.
But from what?
No, wait, I already know the answer to that.
What I don't know is.
FOR WHAT?
So that I may live?
So that I may rule them?
Guide them? Enlighten them?
Live happily side-by-side with them?
What a joke.
What am I supposed to rule when they're all dead? Corpses?
All hail Kurapika, king of the eyeless corpses!
Very funny.
Too bad, I'm not in the mood to laugh right now.
Red is the color of passion, the intensity of my anger.
Hate for those who have done this to me.
Hate for those who have destroyed what was supposed to be my future.
Red is the blood that they will spill
As little by little as I break off their legs.
Red is the color of the eyes I must collect.
To regain the honor of my murdered tribesmen.
Red is my blood.
I am bleeding in the inside.
I am crying in the inside.
For red is also the color of my anguish.
I know that I must do this alone.
But why can't I?
Why must they care for me?
Friendship. they say.
I can't deny the comfort they give me.
But it seems unfair that they would share my pain with me,
That they would be willing to risk their life for me.
But why can't they understand that they're just.
Just getting in my way.
For I don't want to lose anybody again.
And if I stand alone.
I bleed alone.
I die alone.
I open my eyes and wake up.
But still this blood red dream continues.
And it will continue to haunt me.
Awake or asleep.
Forever.