Kikyo

By: Hawk

Dead and made of clay

She wanders

Hate and betrayal made her what she is

Finding peace is what she needs

She is alone

Death might bring her peace

She should be at peace

Not wandering the world

She is alone

Only one cares

More guilt then love

She still lives

Her black hair

Now not as beautiful as it was when she lived

Dry and cracked

Like the scorched soil

Her skin cold

Cold from death

Smooth and cold

For she is dead

We all wish she would find peace

Kikyo please find peace...