Author: Silent Tears of Agony
Title: The Scent of Red
Rating: G
Oneshot
My cousin likes the Shishio/Yumi pairing, so I'm writing this for her. (Maybe I will make it my graduation gift because I'm too cheap to buy her something. :)
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The steam clouds my vision
All I see is a blur
A reddish hue
An angry color
That matches you
I hear you talk of victory
You cannot fail
Still I worry
You care not
What happens should you not hurry
A familiar scent reaches my nose
A rancid odor
The smell of burning flesh
Scars blur together
In an angry mesh
Anger in the air
Lay heavy as the steam
Thick enough to taste
Hatred toward the Meiji
Lay the world to waste
Perfect white bandages
Cover tortured skin
Heat trapped within
Your touch burns me
As you caress my chin
The little man
He does not understand
Perhaps he never loved
In an era that hides us
I am joyful to help
The only man who cared for cattle
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I apologize for the horrible rhyming scheme! I started with the intent to make this poem a humor piece. Halfway through it turned serious on me. I'd like to know why that always happens to me? Anyway, by then it was too late, I was stuck with the ridiculous rhyming theme. :(
Don't worry, I made my cousin a (slightly) better gift in time for graduation. This is about a week late. :")