Disclaimer: Okay, prepare for the shock of your life. Ready? ... I don't own "Spirited Away"!! *readers gasp in collective shock* I know, I know. Try to restrain yourselves from suing me, unless you'd like this nickel I just found.

Author's Note: "Spirited Away" is my favorite movie, and Haku is so mad ho I was about ready to jump the screen. Seriously. Anyway, I wrote a poem for the movie. Hee hee hee. Here it is.

Imitation
A thousand fathoms deep- there lies a white dragon.

His scales- ever-changing shades of blue.

His mane- rippling with the current.

His eyes- daggers that pierce a soul.

He waits below his protection, a thousand fathoms deep.

Does he realize that one push upwards would free him, release him from this self-enforced boundary?

Yet he does not want to go.

Above a thousand fathoms, above her crashing waves and sensual ripples- sky.

A blue not unlike her, yet so very different.

Upwards, upwards, never-ending, farther and farther away from her.

Why go when he can stay?

Stay and drink.

Drink deep.

Drink long.

Fill himself with a thousand fathoms.

With her.

The hot sunshine warns him- stay.

Stay or she might be gone.

She might leave, and never come back.

A thousand fathoms- gone.

Left behind- an enormous crater.

Empty, rocky, jagged terrain- without her.

His heart.

Empty, rocky, jagged terrain.

Without her.

Plaster, bricks, wood- not again.

Would they cover a thousand fathoms?

No...

No.

No warning was needed.

She moved- a wave sliding, gently, caressing.

His mouth- sharp teeth.

An imitation of a smile.

No, the real thing.

She covers him completely.

His pain- gone.

His solitude- exiled.

His despair- forbidden.

Forbidden love.

A thousand fathoms deep, the white dragon lies.

An imitation of love.