Disclaimer: If this were mine, I wouldn't need to rhyme.

Spoliers: Just watch season 2, episode 7, "Out of Time." It will really make this easier to understand.


Petals Floating

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Listen to the cries for help;

Face alone the dragon's lair.

Petals floating through the air.

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Look into the eyes of stars;

See your future waiting there.

Petals floating through the air.

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Smell the fire burning bright;

Change the story if you dare.

Petals floating through the air.

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Taste the lips of ruby red;

Nothing's ever truly fair.

Petals floating through the air.

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Touch the skin of pale moonlight;

Say farewell into her hair.

Petals floating through the air.


A/N: It seems to me that poor Hiro is destined to live a life of solitude. How many women has he fallen in love with now? Does he ever stop to think he's got a pattern going? Meet woman, fall in love, vanish. Talk about a metaphor for the modern stereotypical man. Anyway, that rant over, onto the actual discussion of the poem. Ahem. This is basically a reflection of Hiro's thoughts at the end of season 2, episode 7, "Out of Time." This is love interest number 2: Yaeko. By the way, please note the syllable pattern. That's not easy you know. And Hiro thinks it's hard to fix the past. Hah!