A/n: Ahhhhh it has indeed been way too long since Seiri has posted any poetry! ...But she has been sick, and has had no time what with her exams... for like the last three weeks....

Yeah...hm. Well I wrote this monster of a oneshot the other day, and it's taken me three days to polish off. Seiri-chan ish so proud of it!!!!!

I think I wrote in the last chapter that this one would be puppyshipping. WELL I LIED!!!!!!!!!! no, only kidding of course... I forgot. :( But it is Angstshipping, so that more than makes up for it. XDDDDD. (plus it's over 3000 words! woohoo for enormous proper oneshot ryhmes!!!! X333333) Okay...

Be warned.... it's quite sad... I got all emotionally confuzzled when I finished it, because I didn't know whether to feel sad or happy or other, or even everything all at onceXD. You can tell me what you think at the end, I suppose..? Oh, and I think it was Lace Kyoko that told me she liked the theory that Ryou goes mad and ends up in an asylum after Bakura leaves... ^^' Yeah, you'll love this then, I think....?

*ps; Marik, in this is actually Malik. I'm used to the dub, where they don't distinguish or anything. Yeah.

Disclaimer: I own no version of Bakura (T_T) nor little Malik-chan either. And as for Yugioh in general.... I think you'd know (with me being a big yaoi fangirl) what'd happen if I did....! ^^'

Child of the moon

After midnight I find him out in the street
no coat on his shoulders, no shoes on his feet
long white hair glistens, catches light as he turns,
this boy loves the night-time, it seems he never learns…

I watch from the window, over his sprightly dance,
and dream of a day it won't spoil our romance!
This fairy king must return home, to reality one day
for to contain this wild beauty, to halt this foreplay…
he turns down below, dressing-gown stretches out in the breeze,
lifting up round his thighs and exposing his knees…

Pale ghostly skin, enchanted by moonlight,
the grace of this dancer seems enhanced late at night…
I know not why he does this, plays to his own tune
this kid is truly a child of the moon…
a long-lost fairy, whose wings are comprised of moonshine,
and by trying to tame him I have crossed that great line.
It seems my love's lost forever, to the great outdoors at night,
and I turn sadly from the window, from this unearthly sight..
But not to return alone, to my cold empty bed,
I slip on my coat and head outside instead.

The street is frosty, not a soul is about
but this one joyous figure without the shadow of a doubt.
He sees me not coming, he's staring up at the sky
as I reach out a hand to run down his thigh.

He acknowledges my prescece, but not even with a kiss
can I get him to look at me like this.

I thought; to bring him away, would do him some good,
and after what he's been through it truthfully should.
Possession and violence, to a little flower so kind,
alas from this demon he didn't escape with his right mind.

He's just not the same, now that he's free,
most of the time he doesn't even know it's me.
and he says these strange things, does even weirder stuff too,
no matter how hard I try, he's not able to see through.

"Bakura, come home," I mutter under my breath
if he won't put on a coat, the cold will be his death!
There are clear puddles beneath us, displaced by tyres of cars,
and as his bare feet splash through them, they reflect back the stars.
He doesn't answer me, his hazel eyes locked up above
and I'm certain that second he'll never acknowledge our love.

With tears in my eyes, I try to escort him inside,
but he shirks the embrace and with eyes open wide,
he says innocently:

"Bakura's with my sister now, isn't he? And I'll be there soon…
They've both gone to play, way up on the moon…
I...it must be so nice, in the world not a care,
I can only hope that soon…I'll join them up there…"

My cheeks glisten with tears I have tried to hold in,
for with his state of mind now it's impossible to win.
I choke back a sob, run my hand through his hair,
and hope for that instant that he'll never go there.
I try a second time, to steer him towards the flat,
but he digs his heels down, he's having none of that.

"…No! I can't leave! I must dance for them still
until the sweet light, the whole world it'll fill…
until they are sure, they're not just a memory…
I must dance, until the day… that they come back for me…!"

There are tears in his eyes now, they fall soft and hot like summer rain
and I desperately take him in my arms once again.

"You are Bakura, not that fiend," I assure,
"This is your life, you've regained it once more.
Now please, I beg of you, look to the real world too,
your sister is dead… and it's me who loves you.
I brought you out to Cairo, so you could clear your head
see, there was a time, you believed in your friends instead
of this fairytale nonsense… you were ready to fight,
not give in to Bakura on a cold rainy night.
He'd have wanted you to suffer, he'd want you to hurt
he'd force you to dance in the street with no shirt!
Please; this whole thing's so important, I can't even begin…
whatever you do, my love, just don't let him win!

So come back inside, please, lay down your sweet head
don't leave me another night alone in our bed…!"

He still cannot look at me, not the same boy as before,
left abandoned by everyone on a cold dusty floor.
His eyes bypass me, they're glazed over, pointing up to the sky,
but still hot tears spill over his cheeks, as he starts to cry.

Still... I will not leave him, because I love him so
and always have, back there since so long ago.
In this state, he needs me more than he's ever needed anyone before
I know he can hear me, but not how he'll respond any more.

He trembles violently in my arms, raked with emotional pain
just like each time he's forced to leave the moon again…
He falls to his knees, with a heart wrenching sob
and I must carry him in, for that is my job.
I do it willingly, picking him from street so cold,
cradling him gently, this seventeen year old…

We are so young, but I am committed to him,
no matter how little hope, how far out on a limb…

Tears paint his cheeks as I carry him in,
Praying there's a spark of some sense left within.

When I throw off my coat, and lay him back on the bed,
his eyes meets mine as I support him under his head.
Staring back at him now, he gazes inquisitively,
two auburn pools of heaven I feel searching me.
His condition has deteriated, without the shadow of a doubt,
because now the moon and Bakura, is all he talks about.

...."Have you ever died? Does it hurt?" he asks me
"Yes; it hurts others," I reply quietly.

I have died truthfully, watching him dance every night,
expecting to be sucked up by pale beams of light
that two dead beings are watching, waiting to set him free;
if anyone does that, then it's going to be me!

The nights we make love, after his ritualistic dance,
sometimes almost seems like a fulfilling romance.

Like he still has proper thought, a fire deep in his eyes,
that brings my body alive between the curve of his thighs.
The raw flash of covers, on skin white as snow,
the effect I can have on his body below...

I know his insanity, at these times can't help but slide
with every quick thrust I go deeper inside.
Perhaps we're both crazy, that it doesn't matter in this act,
to just touch him and kiss him and make him react.

In fact; the last time I've heard his voice utter my name
was on that fateful night together, the very first time he came.

I worry; through this mental illness, does he know who I am?
Just a single name to be spoken, why do I give a damn?
It'd be nice, to hear, for each time he came
to be able to force him to scream out my name….

The only name is Bakura, that fills up his head…
One night I think he even yelled that out instead...

But HE is Bakura, not that fiend who left him behind,
the one who has stolen and broken his mind….

"A..and will you come with me?" …again I start to cry
"Would you come to the moon too, if I were to die?"
He asks this each night, to which no answer I give
now that he's lost his mind, it makes it harder to live.

"Goodnight my sweet love, they don't miss you, you know….
Both Bakura and Amane have a long way to go.
Until they come back, until judgement day
I want you to know, it's by your side I'll stay…"

He's content with this, perhaps, and settles down to sleep
in my arms he lays back, and I try not to weep.
His beautiful eyes close, and he's asleep within seconds,
and as I roll over beside him, dreamland it beckons…

See, now it seems that a lot of the time, he talks about death.
He hopes aloud each day innocently, that he'll soon take his last breath.
I know suicidal thoughts can sometimes be enough to kill,
And for that reason I dread that when sometimes he's ill.

I try to stay awake, with my body to surround him
head buried in his neck and leg across waist so slim…
I wish every night, I could stay up and make
certain that tonight, his last breath he won't take.

But I can't… it seems sleep comes too soon
to both I and the beautiful boy of the moon.

…Blissful slumber caresses us, I hold onto him tight,
and dream that he'll speak properly one night.
That this cloud will lift, and he'll be finally free,
and maybe, just maybe... he'll acknowledge me.

…It could happen, even outside of these dreams,
for about this poor soul, not is all as it seems….

.............................................................................................................................................

Unbeknownst to me, when he's sure I'm asleep,
he raises his head and plants a soft kiss on my cheek.
He plays with my hair, moonlight softens the scene,
as toward my unhearing ear he begins to lean…

"Marik… I love you… and I want you to know
there's a reason for all this suffering, through which you must go.
For you know how I love you and you love me?
If you thought for a second, that I was better, you see…
We wouldn't have happened, the world would be a lonelier place,
you'd still love me from afar, you'd just never say it out to my face.
Again I'd have nobody; sure Bakura was real bad,
but he'd speak to me sometimes when the loneliness drove us mad.
Even though I hated him, and he didn't care,
he'd still lie by my side on nights too lonely to bear.

I get the feeling you notice, I don't say your name
but still you treat me as if I do, all the same.
I know it bothers you, you try to hide it I know,
and with each passing day I feel your frustration grow.

Oh, the nights we make love, how I try to hide
how amazing you make me feel inside…

The first time you took me, I vowed aloud not to shout,
but by the end of the climax, your name tumbled out.
You were so happy that night, you had thought I forgot,
Oh, Ra...it's so hard to pretend I am what I'm not.

I long to return your love, show you who I am really
proclaim my love to the world, as true as can be.
This hurts you a lot, an ache down to the core,
well I can assure you it hurts me three times more.

....So sleep, my dearest love, my confessions you never hear,
but when you dream, I'll always whisper the truth in your ear.
As you strive to look after me, I fear you'll give up one day,
that'll be the time, I'll throw off this cover and say:

The truth is I love you, but the one you love has left
for he no longer exists, and to his voice I'm now deaf.
I fear; you loved the spirit, not little old me,
and if you knew who I was, together we couldn't be…

Yes… sleep dearest Marik, I'll say your name aloud once more
for you to hear, in your dreams, on some distant shore…
I truly am grateful, and for real, we'll be together soon…
I promise… eternally waltzing, in the light of the moon….!"

A/n: GaAaaaAAhhhh.....! There it is...! He's not mad; by anything other than love...! Goodness, I have no idea really why he's doing this.... T~T... Tell me how you feel, and what you thought.... it's truly my favourite oneshot I've ever written, rhyming or not....^____^
Yeah, and for any of my blackheart readers, I AM currently working on the next chapter, it hasn't mysteriously fallen into hiatus. Seiri has just become very lazy, and un-motivated....^^' heheh...

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Okay, until next time!!!(and I do have an interesting poem done about Heartshipping from the Pharaoh's point of view, so that might be next, whenever Seiri gets off her lazy ass to update something that's not Blackheart.) By the way, I also have a new story, which will be Alternate universe and Geminishipping(ThiefkingXBakura) going up in the next few days, so look out for it! (It'll be called Turbulance... I THINK.....)...