Clay Pot Woman

by Temmymuffin

Just a poem about Kikyo and her tragic time on earth. You don't have to love or hate Kikyo, I have not lovehate opinion of her, it's just a poem. It is ONLY KIKYO. There is no romantic references at all. It is simply, Kikyo. R&R!

Clay Pot Woman

The long, white spirit collectors

So diligently in their work

Collect souls of the deceased

At night when spirits lurk

They bring me back the spirits

In which sustain my life

Every day and every night

When humans are cut down by knife

I take these souls and use them

In my clay pot of a body

When I was brought back to this world

From my ashes, mud and water, by a woman very naughty

Only a portion of my soul was used

So the soul collectors get the other thread

I've been told it's hard to kill a corpse

It's been proven, I've been killed, but I am already dead

If someone would smash the terra cotta woman

I'd live happily with other who have passed

But no one will shatter this clay pot

So, forever more will the clay pot last

I have no business here but to do good

To comfort them in their time of grief

And my soul collectors will take the souls of those who have died

I will stay here to help those who cried

I Have to keep myself aboard this boat of a life

I suppose I'll join that girl sara, and play forever on a fife.

FiN

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A/N: this was originally meant to be a school poem, but I decied that it was less than an A+ paper, so being a perfectionists, I choose to put it up for my fabulous readers.