I wanted to write a poem from Sai's point of view. I could never get over the fact of how he killed himself because of his passion for Igo. I thought it was a little overdramatic, but anyhow, this is what came out of it.
The Calling
I wander down into the courtyard
And the moon rises in the pond
The hibiscus bloom and sway
In the sweeping wind
The trees in the garden sway
Heavy with the moonlight
And the air of spring.
The clouds pass over the moon
I remember what it was like
The moon and the stars
Were much brighter
Flowers graced the moon
And gazing into the stars I could see myself
Though I was fallen and afraid.
And as I lay myself in the river to die
I could hear a bell
Ring out once and clear
As it called me back into this world
"Things like this are not finished
And things like this can not be undone in death".
And as I laid myself in the river to die
I heard a call
The moon comes out from the clouds
Something called me out
Drew me like a line
From those dark depths
Something called me
Like a bell
To your heart.
And here I am now with you
The brightest of stars
Even your name is bright like your heart
Which will not give in.
My sunlit passion has not died
Even though I take a different form
I knew.
I loved.
I died.
And things like this are not finished.