So here I am with another poem but this time it's in the Yami no Matsuei realm. I actually wrote two different versions, but the this is the better one. At any rate please enjoy it and let me know what you think; I'm always trying to improve. If I ever finish it theree might be one in the Blood+ category sometime here.
Descendants of Darkness
The calling of our immortal souls
reaches for the eternal to hear,
and forever rings in death,
but we can no longer hold
the disappearing illusion
of our game.
Dolls locked away in a cell
that is what we are,
for our crimes led us
into this foolish darkness,
and yet no matter how we try
we can't escape
from our irrevocable prison.
Even after all this time
we are seen as the sins
of the gods who created us.
Still we know we aren't forgotten
nor are we forgiven
by the laughing wind
that howls through our cages.
In our solitude,
surrounded by sweet insanity,
we live in our dying reality
away from any fear,
for we are the descendants of darkness
lost to any will.