This is a poem. A free verse, If you don't mind. About my favourite Yu-Gi- Oh character, Bakura.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh



No-one knows him,

They all think he only knows sorrow.

But, at one time,

He knew love.

He knew life.

He now is known, for

His sorrow,

Not his happiness.

Why, may I ask?

Because no-one knows him.

I know this was weird, but I just read a really sad story about him. He died in it. I nearly cried, it was so sad. And I realized that, what I wrote, is somewhat true.