This seemed like something Xellos would say – I look at it, and I see purple cat-slit eyes looking back at me. A reminder, perhaps, that no matter his appearance – at heart, he is a mazoku. And a monster is a monster.
Disclaimer – Slayers belongs to whoever it belongs to. This verse, however, is mine! An old poem, but – interesting.
Reminder
Why does the fire gutter low
Why does the brightness wane, my friend?
What secrets does your blood-song know
Why glance down at the lane, my friend
With eyes alight with desperate prayer?
Why struggle in my arm, my friend?
How got you such a dreadful scare?
Why think I mean you harm, my friend?
The night-owl cries the meeting-time
Why do you lag your feet, my friend?
We dance to Night's unconquered rhyme
How fast your heart does beat, my friend!
The stars are battered from the sky
Why shudder as with cold, my friend?
Ah! Harkin to the lone wolf's cry
Why do you bid me hold, my friend?
The dance ran on before the Day
And lives in every Night, my friend.
We tread upon the secret way
Why put up such a fight, my friend?
Now join in spectral chorus loud
Why now lie limp and still, my friend?
The moon to Lady Wolf has bowed
What now of iron will, my friend?