I am finally here of all places,
In your utterly divine prescence, one that rivals that of any human god, and at your complete mercy.
Those cold eyes of liquid gold holding a gaze no one else but you could bestow.
I wish I could have been stronger,
I wish it hadn't turned out the way it did,
I wish you could have seen my true feelings deep inside this tainted heart, that for the first and last time, beats like a thousand drums.
This wound... its damage will soon prove to be fatal.
I watch with blurring vision as your right arm moves like water, flowing and fluent,
to one of your two swords standing guard with their hilts at your hip.
Yes... Slay me. I beg of you!
But I shall not have the fill I wish for,
For to be caught in one of your attacks, it seems, is too great a gift for this woman-no. Demoness.
Besides, slipping away seems to be one of my great strengths, and soon, I dissapate into the beautiful blue sky.
I still long for it... and, reaching as far as I can,
It seems my desperate fingertips can but brush the translucent surface and then I fall farther away, losing all hope of ever grasping it,
Love... it has been forever forbidden from my hungering heart, although I can still feel it lingering, like the gushing heat emanating from a large flame.
Who will ever know which sword you placed your palm on the day I shattered into a million or so pieces,
Perhaps it was Kajinbo's katana your flesh was pounding for,
maybe you were hoping to lessen my suffering by depleting me yourself,
Or...
Maybe that is why you didn't draw your seemingly useless blade?
Maybe that is why your graceful hand was resting upon the sword given to you by the Great Dog Demon.
You were planning to use Tenseiga, even though it would not work on me,... were you not?
But seeing me, in the deadly moment you did, would reveal to you the truth.
And you would cease to bring the blade out of hiding from it's black sheath.
Expressions are important gestures...
I'm so glad you finally noticed me for who I really was on the inside, and didn't see me for who Naraku made me as.
I suppose that inside every soul,
Demon or human, dead or alive, or anyone stuck in between,
Every single one of them has a heart.
As well as something that can impact them greatly.
I am Kagura.
Cursed from the start, then at last set free and allowed to soar, like a bird released from her metal prison bars, through the darkening atmosphere around me.
I shall be the wind that freely roams this land forever, carressing your bodice whenever I can with my heavenly breath.
That is my only promise to you,
My saviour,
My love, Sesshoumaru.