Hi everyone! I'm hoping all of you know that it's August 8th and that means
it's Dilandau Albatou's birthday!!! Yay! Happy happy birthday from all of
us to you, we wish it was our birthday, so we could party too! - That is
NOT mine, it's from the movie The Emperor's New Groove. So anyway I wrote
this poem as a tribute to Dilandau-sama as the title says. Hope you enjoy
it. Please R&R
Disclaimer: Dilandau isn't mine, though technically I never said his name. ^_^
Fire Soul
From the fiery depths of Hell, A Child with beauty they all beheld;
Made this date of August eighth, Born with passion, love and hate;
With eyes so red that they could tear, Into your soul with just a glare;
Skin like ivory to the touch, Only vampires have it white as such;
Blessed with skill, speed and grace, A warrior with a flawless face;
Until the day when it was marred, He screamed and yelled, for it he cared;
He hunted down the dragon, his prey, With his companions, wanting to slay;
But at last the Child did fall, Motionless, lifeless like a doll;
You can fix dolls when they break, But this Child, only once could they make;
With a soul of fire, burning bright, Still in the stars throughout the night;
We love you dearest Child of all, And into the darkness, we shall too fall;
Never forgetting the light in your eyes, Together we'll float in the skies;
Precious love, the mask of steel, Leave me not, for we shall heal;
When the agony is done, We'll be together, always, as One.
Disclaimer: Dilandau isn't mine, though technically I never said his name. ^_^
Fire Soul
From the fiery depths of Hell, A Child with beauty they all beheld;
Made this date of August eighth, Born with passion, love and hate;
With eyes so red that they could tear, Into your soul with just a glare;
Skin like ivory to the touch, Only vampires have it white as such;
Blessed with skill, speed and grace, A warrior with a flawless face;
Until the day when it was marred, He screamed and yelled, for it he cared;
He hunted down the dragon, his prey, With his companions, wanting to slay;
But at last the Child did fall, Motionless, lifeless like a doll;
You can fix dolls when they break, But this Child, only once could they make;
With a soul of fire, burning bright, Still in the stars throughout the night;
We love you dearest Child of all, And into the darkness, we shall too fall;
Never forgetting the light in your eyes, Together we'll float in the skies;
Precious love, the mask of steel, Leave me not, for we shall heal;
When the agony is done, We'll be together, always, as One.