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.
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.
