Authors notes: I don't know why I'm posting so many
short little things right now. I guess I just feel that there's a
lack of cute little short stories and such. Anyway, I love Yaten!
R&R if you like.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, 'nuff said...
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"A shooting star piercing through the dark evils! Sailor Star
Healer....Stage on!"
Silken hair, as silvery as the moon in its fullest stage.
Eyes, as green as the new spring grass.
Heaven and Earth, male and female, destruction and healing,
day and night, music an silence, all in one.
So much pain. On the surface, an obnoxious, uncaring boy.
Deeper, turmoil, emotion, a woman in pain, feeling each life, feeling
each death and birth.
Could you ever, in a thousand years, know the pain of feeling
a galaxy dying, let alone, a meaningless life, a star, slipping from
existance? Could you know the joy of feeling millions of tiny stars
being born?
Being an idol. What was the meaning?
Girls, constantly telling you that they love you, not really
knowing you, wanting you for your looks. Not hearing your music,
your endless cry to the one that you love the most.
Inner turmoil.
Confusion.
War.
It seems that my lot in life, is to be but a soldier, a pawn
in an endless war for some greater cause. Maybe, someday, I will be
more. But for now, I will remain, a faceless fighter, never understood,
never truly loved.
Sailor Star Healer...Stage on...
****Owari****
That was depressing...
short little things right now. I guess I just feel that there's a
lack of cute little short stories and such. Anyway, I love Yaten!
R&R if you like.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, 'nuff said...
********
"A shooting star piercing through the dark evils! Sailor Star
Healer....Stage on!"
Silken hair, as silvery as the moon in its fullest stage.
Eyes, as green as the new spring grass.
Heaven and Earth, male and female, destruction and healing,
day and night, music an silence, all in one.
So much pain. On the surface, an obnoxious, uncaring boy.
Deeper, turmoil, emotion, a woman in pain, feeling each life, feeling
each death and birth.
Could you ever, in a thousand years, know the pain of feeling
a galaxy dying, let alone, a meaningless life, a star, slipping from
existance? Could you know the joy of feeling millions of tiny stars
being born?
Being an idol. What was the meaning?
Girls, constantly telling you that they love you, not really
knowing you, wanting you for your looks. Not hearing your music,
your endless cry to the one that you love the most.
Inner turmoil.
Confusion.
War.
It seems that my lot in life, is to be but a soldier, a pawn
in an endless war for some greater cause. Maybe, someday, I will be
more. But for now, I will remain, a faceless fighter, never understood,
never truly loved.
Sailor Star Healer...Stage on...
****Owari****
That was depressing...