Infinity
Hakuman
... eh, someone's request...? (I'M SORRY! JUST BE HAPPY I'M EVEN WRITING THIS!)
White.
Or black.
This world can either be on or the other.
It cannot be a shade of grey.
It cannot be any other color.
It must be white,
Or black.
He leaned back, trying to relax.
Corruption.
This world was filled with corrupted people,
False lies.
He was the great Hakuman,
Hakuman of the Six Heroes.
He was the white void,
He was the just sword,
He was a symbol,
He couldn't be corrupted.
He...
WAS HAKUMAN!
Okay. Okay. I am sorry for any... trauma... this poem may cause you. I am half asleep, and I'm usually already sawing logs by now. But, hey, DOUBLE UPDATE! Boom! A first for your marshmallow-princess. I'm wrapping up my requests. I think I can think by myself (for now, at least o.O).