A/N: This will need some explaining, I suppose, so please read this first. The title of this poem is actually the title of Hisoka's theme song, "The Night of the Cursed Red Moon". This poem came to me as I was listening to the theme and I found out how much pain and suffering must have come that night. I did not write any stanza in this poem including what else Muraki did to Hisoka, mostly because I do not like to write poems about that kind of thing at all. If you were expecting it, I am sorry to say it is not here. I hope that this poem is all right and explanatory enough. The ending, however, is what I would imagine Hisoka doing if he had the chance. This may turn into a story fic if someone asks for it. By the way, there is no typo in here. I checked.
Saphira Nakare Ruakara
Norowareta Tsukiyo no Kioku
Ground sprayed in liquid fire,
Crimson joy from cruel desire,
Satisfaction overruling all,
Innocent life taking the fall.
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Pink petals dancing air,
Sign of death be harsh scare,
Painful screams as dagger draws,
Cold hands like sharp claws.
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Tribal marking inscription done,
Its burning has only begun,
Send the pale moon ablaze,
Intricate endless mental maze.
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Demonic evil be still here,
Be gone and never near,
Hurt this innocent no more,
Leave his soul and his core.
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Shiver as night wind blow
Clouds revealing as much shows,
Take the dagger, plunge it through,
May now peace eternally find you.