Kida: Hey everyone!

Julia: We're posting up yet another story!

Kida: Except that this story is a poem so there will be no updating worries.

Julia: Anyway, it's a poem about Bakura.

Danni: Yeah, and we mean the EVIL one.

Kirika: You mean the only one who actually deserves to live.

Kida: SHUT UP!

Kirika: Whatever. We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!.

Julia: And now Kitana's about to give you the summary.

Kitana: Okay guys! This is a point about Bakura's past, taking place after -

Julia: Spoiler Alert!

Kirika: Yeah, okay, they've had enough warning.

Kitana: - his village was destroyed. Anyway, he's trapped within the Millennium Ring and is reminiscing about the past, but appears to be in a very angsty mood. And when I say reminiscing about his past, I mean a LOT of his past, so you're going to have to use your imagination to find the links.

Kida: Please read and review.

XOXOXOX

Grave Robber's Eyes

I bear the shadow that is passed on by life,

Epitome of horror, my grieving, my strife,

I hear the woe that the heart dares to scream,

Futilely believing that pain's just a dream,

I see the anguish that they try to hide,

Striving to break free of the prison inside,

I taste the hatred that I sense lives on,

The hate for the living, the coming, the gone,

I smell the death that the wind chose to spread,

Dispelling the grief of those already dead,

I feel the darkness that I know too well,

Forever binding me to my empty cell,

I know the world and its myriad lies,

I know it all through a grave robber's eyes.

XOXOXOX

Danni: So, what did you all think?