A/N: I am so not a poet cuz I know it. Rumiko Takahashi owns InuYasha, not
me. I am Sesshie obsessed.

An Ode To Sesshoumaru: A Tail of Love


Sesshoumaru; My Demon, My Lord, My beautiful Ice-Prince.
For thou I have professed my love times over and again, yet away thee look
and wince.

Why? Why must thou do-ist this? Why must thou hurt-est me so?
Emotions not thee show; Ye stand frigid and I can feel thine gelid, cold
winds blow.

Have I, the mere mortal temptress that I am and be, offended thy Highness?
Mysterious, distant amber eyes pierce mine heart to the quick;
Thou shan't ever know true bliss.

Thou pushes my affections and amours away with thine Arrogance and Pride.
Thee would rather walk lone with thine two powerful swords instead
of a Beloved at your side?

Forsaken thou all that is cherished for thine over-zealousness of
immeasurable power.
Isolated in thine world ye hath become. What key may open the lock
of such a regal air so dour?

Your half-brother, 'tho a Hanyou, hath more love to give than ye ever may-est.
A TaiYoukai of the Western Lands thee may be but ye narrow
mindedness hath made ye weakest.

I know-est in thine mind thou hath made in the Sengoku Jidai such a
mark indelible.
Ye deem me worthless wishing to shred me with ye claws. However, my
Lord, ye aren't infallible.

Tears fall freely from mine eyes seeing that loving ye is a cause
quite spent, InuTaisho.
Cold hearted, single-minded, self-sought; With thine back turned
upon me, I sadly withdraw to go.

Adorned ye are with such calmness, gracefulness, eruditeness, and
above all, smugness.
Notice this as I glance upon ye person for a time last .Of love, why
do ye pretend to be oblivious?

Footfalls distant I hear as my beautiful Lord departs to his Palace
situated in Lands West.
A trivial, foolish wench I will ever be to ye at best. Per chance,
ye are correct? Maybe in the lest?

With heaviness, with sadness, wander I the dusty road back to my
village to a fresh start.
I turn perceiving he hath become airborne, flying away far from me
as he hath done with my heart.

Errantly, after him I doth run. Loudly his name I doth call. Woe
hath me to be ill fated!
He is gone. Stumbling, to my knees fall I, weeping. Demon to woman,
is not sacrilege committed!

'Neath the ground upon I sit & with fists clutch I the dirt, which
stains my face, my clothes.
Such a sight I be! But care not I. He is perfection utmost as I see
clearly him thru sore, bleary eyes.

Under great control, I stand. A reverse direction I go. In error,
step I upon object gleaming.
'Hath he left something?' 'A trinket, perhaps?' Think I to
myself as I retrieve said object, leaning.

Tis a necklace; His. Leather bound with amber stone. Wore 'round his
neck, never in pocket.
Carefully positioned so surely that I found it. Why would he leave
behind such a cherished locket?

Doth my dearest Sesshoumaru-sama truly lovest me? Amber treasure
left of his remembrance,
So keeps my hope & faith alive that my Demon Lord will return to me
in time is quite efficacious.