Eros and the Assassin

by Fancy

Aya poem, from the point of view of... surprise, surprise... Sakura! ::shudder:: The girl scares me, quite honestly.

Sakura always occurred to me as being one freaky girl.  Maybe when they stole her kidney, they hit her in the head a bit, too?  ::shrug:: Anyway, this is from her POV.  Standard disclaimers apply. 

Eros and the Assassin

Find me a killer,

a cold-blooded killer,

with eyes like icicles

and skin white as snow,

And when I have seen

through his heart and his shame

and his silence and name,

it is then I shall know. 

For the love that I found

left to rot in the ground

Is the strange reality

I choose to embrace

So, though layers of dirt,

though I'm weak and I'm hurt,

I will push away old bones

To look for your face. 

Find me a killer,

a cold-blooded killer,

whose heart has been lost

and whose will never dies,

And when I have pulled off

his layers of steel,

and his guards and his shield,

I will live in his eyes. 

For he saved me once, then,

and he well might again,

Or I'll return the favor,

and do him his turn,

And if I succeed,

Through my love, or just need,

I shall set him on fire,

and together, we'll burn.

Find me my killer,

My cold-blooded killer,

whose sister lies sleeping,

like flow'rs under snow,

And when I have stolen

Her smile and her grace

And her hair, and her face,

Then I'll take up her brother,

and together, we'll glow.   

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