Hello, there! : ) I decided to rewrite a few famous (ish) poems in a xxxHolic context. They're based off of The Tiger, by William Blake,This is Just to Say, by William Carlos Williams and When I Have Fears, by John Keats.

( As a sidenote, I didn't worry about iambic pentameter or anything like that. They're all free verse.)

Double Disclaimer: I don't own xxxHolic or the original poems, though the new ones are mine. ;)

Warning: undertones of 104. If you don't know what that means, though, don't worry about it. XD

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1.)

Tiger Tiger

Like a tiger, I'd guess you are symmetrical

—Not that I find that attractive, mind you—

Just that your curving brows over small, golden eyes

Bring that fact to mind.

Your lazy glance certainly seems reminisce of a jungle cat at rest:

The sharp gaze that only appears idle from afar

And the calm, coiled muscles that I sometimes glimpse

Slicked to your archery uniform.

—Not that I'm looking for them, of course,

Just that the material is translucent at times.

A thing that should be fixed.

But there are moments when I see you wholly

In that fearful frame of mind:

When your brows lower

And your eyes glow with jungle fire.

A fire that frightens the dark.

Is it strange to wish for a tiger?

To wait for your burning light

As a safeguard to chase the dark away?

I might ask you this someday,

But it is very hard to say even now.

So in the meantime, stay close;

I feel safer under your symmetrical gaze.

2.)

Note From Doumeki

I have eaten the bento

that you were

making

On the counter

I know it wasn't done

And that

you were saving it

For lunch

You won't forgive me

But it was worth it

Even though it needed

More salt

3.)

Fear

I used to know that my life was fleeting

That my constant fear was only an echo,

A reflection of something more final.

I used to know, deep in myself,

That the stars were not for me

And that the shadows

Painting my footsteps

Would catch up soon.

After all, this world was not mine.

But when looking on your face,

When feeling your hand,

How real you are,

I take pause,

And feel fear more deeply than I ever have.

Because now I want what I know I shouldn't,

To exist in a world that has suddenly become mine.

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A/N:

TBC? If anyone can think of another poem they want redone this way, let me know. : )