To let all you readers know. This is a poem about how some conditions in the Feudal Era probably were. I realize it has little to do with Inuyasha. It's just about the world he grew up in. Sheesh, give me a break.
Feudal War
In the heat of battle
The blood spills
And the high-pitched screams
Send you chills
Your nerves are rattled
As you run for the hills
Your clothes tearing at the seams
Running from a sword that kills
The smell of death is in the air
Villages are covered in fire
A baby is crying from somewhere inside
As the flames climb higher
Bodies are lying everywhere
The situation dire
Children are trying to hide
From the Reaper's sire
The cold steel tearing your skin
Not running anymore
Seeing the darkness within
While knocking on Death's door
A/N: In case you're wondering the Reaper's sire is Death. I'm personifying them.
Feudal War
In the heat of battle
The blood spills
And the high-pitched screams
Send you chills
Your nerves are rattled
As you run for the hills
Your clothes tearing at the seams
Running from a sword that kills
The smell of death is in the air
Villages are covered in fire
A baby is crying from somewhere inside
As the flames climb higher
Bodies are lying everywhere
The situation dire
Children are trying to hide
From the Reaper's sire
The cold steel tearing your skin
Not running anymore
Seeing the darkness within
While knocking on Death's door
A/N: In case you're wondering the Reaper's sire is Death. I'm personifying them.