I promised part 2, didn't I?
Ode to Pineapple Rings.
The eternal samba,
She dances it too,
Willingly,
Clinging to the one who saved,
Who brought her up from darkness's grasp,
Serving happily the solid shadow,
Who also wields the trident,
Shared body,
Other half,
But also the truth of the mist,
Keeper of her other half,
Two sides of a coin,
One,
But two,
Mistress of illusions.
If anyone can catch what I did with the two poems, this one and Mukuro's poem, you can pick the next poem topic. (Only the first person, though, not everybody.)