Sango's Blood and Kohaku's Breaking
I always wished more fics/poems addressed the Sango/Kohaku issue, angst- filled though it is. So here's my poem, for all the others who wish that too. At least tell me you read it, even if you don't give it a proper review, and whether you liked it or not. It's very discouraging to have no reviews.
Disclaimer: This poem is original, however, Sango and Kohaku are both creations of Rumiko Takahashi.
Note: Ane-ue means 'older sister.'
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Taiji-ya, three years I've waited.
This is all I've anticipated.
I wanted to see, to smell your blood.
What beautiful paint, that scarlet flood
Carrying away your life, staining the ground.
No sweeter pleasure have I found.
I love your whimpers, your soft surrender
As you cry and pray for me to remember.
Taiji-ya, how does it feel?
Do you wait for my anger to yield?
A merciless emotion, mercilessly given
For Naraku's plans, power-driven.
I sense life leave you, and the pleasure is gone
As your eyes slowly fade to stone.
What is this rush --- why do I now care?
And a storm of tears breaks my face, once fair.
Then it surfaces, recognition
I see old ghosts, my own apparitions
One by one, apparitions blend
Sango, teacher, sister, friend
For once, I choke at the sight of your blood
Ane-ue
What have I done?
I always wished more fics/poems addressed the Sango/Kohaku issue, angst- filled though it is. So here's my poem, for all the others who wish that too. At least tell me you read it, even if you don't give it a proper review, and whether you liked it or not. It's very discouraging to have no reviews.
Disclaimer: This poem is original, however, Sango and Kohaku are both creations of Rumiko Takahashi.
Note: Ane-ue means 'older sister.'
_____________________________________________________________
Taiji-ya, three years I've waited.
This is all I've anticipated.
I wanted to see, to smell your blood.
What beautiful paint, that scarlet flood
Carrying away your life, staining the ground.
No sweeter pleasure have I found.
I love your whimpers, your soft surrender
As you cry and pray for me to remember.
Taiji-ya, how does it feel?
Do you wait for my anger to yield?
A merciless emotion, mercilessly given
For Naraku's plans, power-driven.
I sense life leave you, and the pleasure is gone
As your eyes slowly fade to stone.
What is this rush --- why do I now care?
And a storm of tears breaks my face, once fair.
Then it surfaces, recognition
I see old ghosts, my own apparitions
One by one, apparitions blend
Sango, teacher, sister, friend
For once, I choke at the sight of your blood
Ane-ue
What have I done?
