Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. If I did, you people would know about it.

Kenshinlover: Okay. I know I haven't updated my story in a while. So sue me. I'm lazy. L-A-Z-Y. I just need to get off my but and type it. This little piece of poetry is what you get when you have PE for a class, it's finals week, and you have two hours on a metal bench in the gym. You know what I call that, TORTURE! My butt went numb within 30 minutes.

DarkMagician: Oh, it's not that bad. At least it was only for two hours

Starchild: Yeah! And you had your CD player and your imagination. To you, pencil + paper = stories.

Kenshinlover: Your right on that. Anyway, please review for this poem. I'm going to mail it in for a contest so I need your opinions. This is vital.

Is This It?

(A Rurouni Kenshin Poem)

Is this it?

Is this what I have fought for?

To stand on the edge of victory…

…or defeat.

It is dangerous.

Amber eyes glow intensly

As sparks light up the night.

Then, violet leaks

As I prepare to strike.

I hesitate…then stop.

Red swirls around me

As I turn and walk the other way.

I glance down at my hands.

Their flesh is gone.

All I see on them is blood.

"No more" I whisper.

Then I sheath my sword

And disappeared into the night.

Screams fill the air with smoke and light.

Is this it?

Is this what I have fought for?

All for the sake of a new era…

Kenshinlover: Alright. There you have it. Personally, I think it touches something. Don't know what, but I know it touches something. It struck a chord in my heart. And I wrote this! R/R please!