Author's Note: Just a little something I came across in one of my notebooks. I can't really remember why I wrote it or who it was about, but to me it seems as if it is something Sesshomaru would endure for a female of your choosing. All things have more than one side to them, and like a prism reflecting light, the eyes can reflect the many sides of one's soul.
Windowed Prism
Dark skies of graying clouds
Hung overhead like shadows
Dancing tears fall like shattered glass
Upon the weathered ground
Puddles of memories
Left pooled in murky depths
Of minds sheltered away
And of years unspoken and cruel
Emotion but glimpses of rare sun spray
Scattered like the colors of a struggling rainbow
Filtered through a prism of darkened pain
Colors lost upon the world of undying gray
Left alone in a forest of grief
Weeping willows sweep aging memories across the forest floor
Alone in a stone walled heart
Shame of weakness fill its porous holes
Lost in depths of clouded shadows
Memory of peace and love
In an open sky of her
Dancing tears and whispering winds
Are all that remain of their once great world