Disclaimer: Kyo Kara Maoh! is owned Tomo Takabayashi and to those whose right to publication it had been sold. This written fan fiction is purely for entertainment purposes. No part of this written work is for monetary gain. The writing and subsequent posting of this work is just for the homage of the great and inspiring work of art , "Kyo Kara Maoh!".
The Choice of Kings
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Where will our souls go when we die?
Humans and mazoku alike
There is a soul within each living being
That lives, and breathes, and thinks, and acts.
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War reveals much which was hidden
In the depths of the mortal heart
Lies therein the struggle
To do what is good and perform what is right.
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For as no one lives forever
No mortal can stand the pain
It's only fools who seek eternal life
For what they get is eternal strife.
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And such mortality results
That everyone keeps in them
something precious, something unique
solely theirs, never can be taken.
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And such is the wonder of life
For as one lives, one continues to leave marks.
It doesn't even have to be everlasting.
A single one would do to signify the life lived.
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It is such sadness then when the soul
departs the vessel wherein it laid
For with the turn of the hourglass
One becomes just a part of to be forgotten history.
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Mortals seek to have children
to leave a legacy behind.
To continue to live past the single life
To still take part in the world's destiny.
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But war puts an end to such grandiose plans
For the goal to live turns to a goal to survive
To live past the warring age
And experience the deceptive calm of peace.
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Will I or will I not then
choose what is easy
and die in peace
to rest for eternity?
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Or will I choose the choice of kings
To live again and rule
To see my loved ones again
and feel the pain of being and not being there at all?
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I am not a saint
I want to survive
Even if it is death
that truly awaits me.
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But as my life is not solely mine
and my soul cannot remain
tethered to the mortal vessel
no longer,
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I now choose the choice
Of the harder task
to do what for me is right over what is easy
For my own selfish desire of peace.
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Adalbert, my love,
Conrad, my dearest friend,
Father, to whom I have the deepest respect,
And to you Shibuya Yuuri Harajuku Fuuri, where my hope for the future goes,
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I'm sorry
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and till we meet again...
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A/N: Reviews are welcome. :)