Hi people! ^_____^ Here's another poem since my first one actually got reviews! This one's about everyone's favorite fluffy-tailed bishie, Sesshomaru-sama! Enjoy!! ^_____^
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Sesshomaru
Dark hills at sunset,
Deep in the West,
This day many souls,
Have been put to rest.
And there, in the
Last dying rays of the sun,
Stands the victor,
The battle won.
There he stands,
With hair like moonfire,
Claws seeped in the blood,
Of those who aroused his ire.
Predator's eyes,
A fearsome gold,
Seem to radiate,
A biting cold.
He surveys the battlefield,
His face, a mask,
As his little imp servant,
Bends to his task.
He seeks the sword,
The "Steel-Cleaving-Fang",
But first it from his brother,
Must he claim.
His own sword
Hangs useless at his waist.
He glances at it,
And snarls in distaste.
The great Demon Lord,
Lightly sniffs the wind,
Knowing it's his brother's life he must rend.
Then his eyes narrow,
As he catches the sent,
And off to the East,
Sesshomaru went.
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I hope everyone liked it! If you liked this one, try my other poems! R&R peoples! ^__________^