Higashi
A DBZ fan poem by LadyRivka
A/N: This is shounen-ai. (Kibito pining for Higashi-no Kaiooshin, to be precise.) Don't like, don't read, don't flame. (Constructive criticism accepted, of course.)
He rises.
The last of the first,
The first of the last.
His very countenance
outshines the fourteen suns
of Kaiooshin-kai.
If eyes are the soul's windows,
every glimmer of his onyx orbs
reveals an endless menagerie
of souls, some creative, some destructive; such is deity.
Each day I stare into that youthful face
And wonder what glorious twist of fate
Brought me to assist him. Was it he,
in his wisdom, or was it a choice of the Universe?
The last of the first,
the first of the last.
He rises elegantly from sitting,
his sweet lips pronouncing soft sapphire sentences,
he is breathing, speaking, being.
And all I can do, unfortunately,
Is stand there in panic and nod my head in the affirmative,
Uttering the only words that convey what I feel-
Hai, Kaiooshin-sama
.