One Evening's Masquerade

One Evening's Masquerade

Notes: This poem is going to be primarily done in Misao's POV unless noted otherwise. If you have any questions or comments feel free to communicate them to me through the review option. Thank you and please enjoy my poemfic.

Part VI

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just play with them like little dolls and if I did own them I would put them on my head and do a jig for joy!! I know. I'm a weird person *sigh* ^^;;

In a kimono, I stand at his door-

With little precious to guard at his door.

Nervousness creeps in me...while clad in swag,

I stay there battling with my courage.

Known to me the kimono tries to sag.

I cannot move while my emotions rage

And wrack my body with thoughts of doubt.

This isn't my style, I realize now.

I need to cease my fears, I realize how.

With heavy heart and busy mind, I walk

To the kitchen to settle both organs.

Once there, I sip some sake from a crock.

I return with the sake in my hands.

Fear returns - and my throat appears more drought.

I emptied that damn bottle of sake.

With blurry vengeance, I smash the sake.

The sound chases me from intended course.

In my room I hide huddled in the dark,

Littering my bet money in remorse,

Feeling anger increase...Wait! There's a spark

Of light filling my room. Who can be there?

I turn my head and at my door, he's there.