The Young Legend
My son is only the tender age of four.
And is like me in almost every single way.
He has flaming red hair and violet eyes.
One horrible attribute, the cross-shaped scar on his right cheek.
He loves swords and trains under me.
His personality is nothing like the Battousai
And I thank the gods for that.
He is like my wife, Karou, when it comes to attitude.
When someone is in trouble, I notice something awful.
I see a glint of amber gold in his violet eyes.
He has a reverse-blade sword, just like me.
I guess I was wrong when I said almost
My son is exactly like me, inside and out.
This is why I was afraid of having a family.
My son will become the Battousai if his family is killed.
The Battousai inside me is proud of this.
No! This can't be! I cry and cry.
'Lord please hear me speak.
My son is too much like me.
Please make him change like you did to me.
He's only four, and he means no harm.
This is what I feared the first time I held him in my arms.
He hasn't killed and I hope he never does.
But if my wife and I are killed.
There is just no telling what he'll do.
I finish my screaming and crying.
I jump down from the roof and unfortunatley land wrong.
After recovery, I sneak into my son's room.
I look at him and hot steaming tears run down my face.
I look at him, the mini-Battousai and above all.
The Young Legend.
Author's note: This is Kenshin's POV on his four-year-old son, Kenji. It's
my first semi-poem so please don't laugh. I also wrote this before first
hour bell and during third hour, so I'll agree if you think it's bad. Tell
me what you think by e-mailing me at Vegetasgirl89_66215@yahoo.com.
P.S. Put subject as "young legend"