AN: This is a poem for either Hisoka or Muraki of Yami no Matsuei.

One can not stand
A memory of a boy
Whose emerald green eyes
Is devoured by a soul
Staining the white cloth
In Red streaks of moonlight
The emblem of guilt,
Of pain in ones plight.
Now it is only a memory
Vivid but unforgotten
As the wind blows
Humming the rhythm
Heard that night...
See the blood that runs through him
Every vein turned into a curse
A curse of red characters
Unknown to anyone,
Unknown to man
Silver hair touches his
Glaring eyes seductive!
In the boys pain laughter is heard
From the one with silver eyes
Who cursed him to die
Porcelain skin
Touched by darkness
As if the moon blocked the light
Leaving only an abyss of torment
Sin of the night
Temptation of beauty
Save the angel from the demon
The demon who violated a soul
Don't let the looks deceive you
For in him hides a mask of hate
Can it only be a memory?
A memory of pain...
Under the Sakura tree
"I planted myself along with my curse!" -(Muraki