Hello there. Little-Starfire here. I was bored and during Language Arts, a
fire drill, Math and Social Studies. So I decided "Hey I think I wanna
write a really crappy free-verse poem so I can get my name out on
Fanfiction!" anyway here it is. So you know I don't own Rurouni Kenshin or
any right to it. Even though I wish I did. So anyway ON WITH THE POEM!!!!!
Lonely Wandering
Walking, watching, thinking.
Catching the eyes of many.
Some turn their tails and run,
Or some just glare.
Watching him cautiously.
The Sword on his belt,
Hakama swaying,
But they don't know him for who he is,
They know him as Hitokiri Battousai.
He was only a wanderer,
Nothing more.
People talked of amber eyes,
Stalking like a tiger waiting to pounce.
But that was not him,
Not anymore.
He wanted nothing more than a peaceful life,
As the wanderer he was.
He has changed.
No longer a killer.
No longer lethal.
Not a double Waki-zashi on his belt,
But a Sakabatou,
A reverse blade.
Into the sunset,
He disappears.
The Battousai is gone,
But his legend lives on.
Well there you have it. My crappy poem. Well R/R and tell me what you think. Arigatou and Ja-ne.
Lonely Wandering
Walking, watching, thinking.
Catching the eyes of many.
Some turn their tails and run,
Or some just glare.
Watching him cautiously.
The Sword on his belt,
Hakama swaying,
But they don't know him for who he is,
They know him as Hitokiri Battousai.
He was only a wanderer,
Nothing more.
People talked of amber eyes,
Stalking like a tiger waiting to pounce.
But that was not him,
Not anymore.
He wanted nothing more than a peaceful life,
As the wanderer he was.
He has changed.
No longer a killer.
No longer lethal.
Not a double Waki-zashi on his belt,
But a Sakabatou,
A reverse blade.
Into the sunset,
He disappears.
The Battousai is gone,
But his legend lives on.
Well there you have it. My crappy poem. Well R/R and tell me what you think. Arigatou and Ja-ne.