A short poem that kinda just came to me, about Nausicaa's clothes being stained by the Ohmu blood. Hope you like it! (because that is, kinda why I post this stuff)
-Nyota
Disclaimer: I don't own Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, my mind is way to shallow to think up such a great story.
My clothes are stained
Drenched in the blood
Of mid-day sky
Of deep water
Of your eye
An eye so deep,
Seeing forever past
The polluted world,
Like a river
A serene river
My clothes flow against me,
Wet, like a river
Cold, like a river
Blue like the river
And clean like your river,
Here,
Against my body,
Surrounded by
Our river,
Like death,
Like pain
Like wretched hate
Your blood like an escape,
Seeping over,
Old world hate,
Giving my clothes,
A new name.
Thanks for reading!