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...
