Disclamer: I don't own Escaflowne…if I did I would not be writing this…
Dedication: This is dedicated to all of my readers, and especially to savana80, since it was her story, Bloody Hands that inspired this poem to be born (hey, that sounded kinda cool!).
Anyway, this is a chant. It is supposed to be the ghost of Gatti talking to Van. It is supposed to be read in a chant-like way, and in a deadly whisper. That way it gives a better effect (and sounds cooler than it actually is).
Here we go…
Drip…
See the blood go
Drop…
With it the life go
My
blood, my lifeDripping…
Trickling down, trickling down,
Dripping off your sword…
Trickle, trickle…
You killed me…
Drip-drop, drip-drop…
Slayed me! Ripped me!
See the blood flowing out
Like my young life…
Feel it burn on your hands,
Dripping, trickling…
Taste the blood,
Smell the blood,
It smells just like death, ne?…
Trickle, trickle,
Life seeps out,
Life that you killed,
Murderer, Murderer…
Hear me scream out in a deadly whisper…
Murderer, Murderer…
Drip, drip..
You think the hunt is over?
Drop, drop…
IT HAS JUST BEGUN……
Please, review. Van fans, don't flame me… I have nothing against him!
So, please tell me what you think everyone!
