Author's Note: I do not own Haruka or Michiru. Sadly. I could be rich by now. Also, this poem is not by the author Fuseki. It is by the author, lostinhersong, who hates, and won't let her post any stories/poems until April 7th. Enjoy, none the less. :)
"The Battle"
Ah, the sweet smell of battle.
Sweat, blood and tears,
mingle here, on this field.
The dead, no longer distinguishable,
between the good and the evil.
Hundreds upon hundreds lay,
in a circle around nine.
eight girls and a man,
lay together, blood stained,
and motionless.
A figure steps forward from the dust,
tall, slender, and proud,
it moves towards the chaos.
Bending down, and balancing on a knee,
it lifts one of the fallen heroes.
She holds back a sob,
causing her body to shake.
Tears fall silently onto aqua hair.
"Why, my love?" she whispers.
"Why did you go where I could not follow?"