For Ai Enma
A/N: I have had to use the ruler to create the desired spacing here. Apologies for the inconvenience of these lines, but there is no other way
Clad you are in the armour of yourself
And though you've passed the veil of mortal woe,
Still your past life glowers down from its shelf,
As the wolf will hungrily eye the doe.
Though thou seekest vengeance for the wronged,
Sweeping away the wicked and perverse,
Still your feelings remain a forked prong,
For the innocents condemned, your tears are nursed.
As you persist in eternal twilight,
Years forever leaving you in their wake,
It is not they but you who will ne'er know heaven's light,
Hell Girl, spirit of blind vengeance we make.
Sorrowful spirit, thou unfeeling child,
Vindictive eidolon; your gaze so mild.
