Disclaimer: Yes, yes I don't own and stuff...it also goes for the previous two chapters. I sort of, er, forgot, hehehe...
Hello, hello, I'm back again! Thanks a lot for staying with me. Here's the new chapter of Nuriko-poem book. It's a bit heavy and figurative, I guess...but I 've always felt, for some reason, that Nuriko's the most mature among the group (Of course Mitsukake and Chichiri are way older, but still...), that's why I've always imagined him to think like this when he's all alone with himself...you know, a bit poetic and thoughtful. Anyway, drop me a line you guys!
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KNIGHTED : THE SOLITARY PHOENIX FEATHER
My lone night.
My scarlet night.
This pain like hell, this pain like bliss,
My blood like lava, boiled and hissed.
And why do I feel, that I do not belong
To me, but to someone
Else?
It's raining blood!
Or am I seeing things?
Oh such mysteries this night brings.
The world sleeps sound, but I stare wide,
The sky on a wildfire, burning bright
I watch with awe, this unearthly sight.
Nothing sensible; but somehow, it all makes…
Sense.
Fireflies red, fireflies gold,
Flickering raindrops, tales untold.
Or are you messengers of light,
Bringing me a message from heaven?
This festival of fireworks, is it for me?
I tremble with joy; yes! I can see.
High above; where sky breaks free--
The eyes of the Scarlet watch over me.
The wings are spread, the flaming wings
Red-gold sparks showering from their depths,
What is this song the night-wind sings?
What ceremony is here taking place?
The fireflies descend slowly; such grace
But wait, what kind of fireflies are these?
I blink, confused; and it dawns on me
Of course; the messengers of the Phoenix.
Neither ruby-rain, nor fireflies
The great Wings blessed me with its own
Feathers—scarlet, countless, bright
They swirl down lightly, the path foreshown.
Should I be scared? Or should I be thrilled?
The flaming feathers dance around me.
I kneel down before the specks of red,
Seven of them, I gasp inwardly.
Seven—like the petals of the reddest blood-rose.
Seven—like the rays of the setting sun.
Seven—like the brightest of the priceless jewels.
Seven—like the fallen stars of momentum.
Numb and tensed, I hold my breath,
One of the feathers comes down to rest.
The left of my chest gushes with warmth,
I clasp my heart, my senses blunt.
The feather is no longer there, instead I feel fire
The engraving of a myth; ancient, dire.
The pain is back, with searing force
But there's something else, yes, much more,
Burning power; I feel consumed,
Drugged by the sheer beauty of doom.
My eyelids heavy, I welcome sleep
The last of the Phoenix-cries, still echoing deep.
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DPFYLUVR : Thanks a million, fellow proud Tasukiac (lol!!)! No, I haven't read his character novel, I learnt about it on your profile, lol!! Could you tell me where I could find it? By the way, since you seem to know quite a lot, would you mind helping a bit more, please? See, Tamahome's symbol means demon, right? What does Nuriko's mean? I know he's called the court warrior...And what about the other Suzaku symbols? I know about the Seiryu ones, I came across a very helpful site once. Another thing, both Tamahome and Hotohori are 18. Nuriko's older than Tama, so does that mean he's older than Hotohori as well? 'cuz if he is...(hehehe...evil laugh)
Thanks for the review!
geniusgirl : Let there be more? Then may you have more!!! Bwahahahahahaha...(!!!) Personally, I think Nuriko's the kind of guy most likely to keep a diary, he hardly opens up about his own self, have you noticed?
Hope you like it.
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If you guys like it, I have a right to know, right? Right?? Right??? Aw, c'mon!!!