Serina: I based this poem for Botan/Kurama in case she ever had to kill him
in a tournament or something. This is the first poem I have ever put up so
please show me some sympathy and R&R. I beg you no flames! *on hands and
knees*
Hiei: -__-UUUUUUUUUU
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The Black Rose
I'm dreaming in the day, and living in the night
Wondering
If I'll ever breathe again
In my hand lies a rose you gave to me
It was once red with love
Then it burned in a white blaze
It is now black with hate
However, I believe it is much better this way
It's not black because it's dead
It's not black because I'm blue
If you can't see it yet,
I'm ashamed of you
As your loving rose is red,
Mine is black towards my hatred
Kiss your cold lips good night,
For you lie dead
I'm sorry...
Aishiteru, my darling yoko