It's a little immature,
but the color of this uniform is so demure.
I hate the light blue,
it lends itself easily to attention.
I hate the white,
it dirties itself easily by spilt blood.
I hate the combination,
two bland colors at it's best.

I'd rather have the color red,
the color of passion and courage.
I'd like it with a little black,
the symbol of mystery and the unknown.
Hijikata-san and Kondou-san would not have it.

I am Okita Souzi,
newly commissioned into the Shinsengumi.
I patrolled Kyoto's streets,
every night, through harsh and cold.
I killed those men whom society abhorred.
Each day I loathed the colors of blood and night.

Truly, what was I thinking a few months back?
Those nights when I hid in the shadows,
grasping at my throat,
of spilt blood that I owned,
red color it was shown.

I smile weakly at the corner waiting for morning.
It's quite appalling my not knowing,
the lightblue color of the vast sky,
the innocent white of the clouds passing by.
Weren't those the colors of the Shinsengumi?
I closed my eyes, there was no need to wait for the morning.

-Weird poem that I thought up suddenly. It only took several minutes to
write so I really don't expect any reviews for it.