Tomoko-chan: Ah, the last poem. Tomoe. . . *sigh* she's such a good character. I hope this is as good as I pray it will be.
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Tomoe Yukishiro: The Angel

Skin as fair as the lovely white plum

Hair as black as the raven's gloom

Hands of silk as kind as they come

That tend to the seeds of love that will bloom

Mahogany eyes gleam so timid and kind

Plagued with shock from the news

Your virgin hands in marriage must bind

To this man who you hardly knew

So over time, you tried to hate

And feed the malice in your soul

But over time, he cleaned his slate

And you found him easier to hold

But when your hatred burned away

Like the fire licking at the logs

You knew in your heart that he had to stay

And you must loose yourself in fog

So you loved him, and told him that you believed

In life, and passion, and love

But deep inside, oh the tears you heaved!

For your heart ached with the sobs of a dove

And so the next day, you left while he slept

And smiled without words

For as you crossed the floorboards and crept

Kenshin had slept without his swords

You wandered and waited

Clutching your heart

What color is your heart painted?

You never knew from the start

But you learned oh so quickly

As if it was only a flash

That it was dyed red, but sickly

With that one sturdy slash

It was red with passion, and love from your heart

You gently picked up the knife

And with it, upon him you left your mark

And through bloody tears, you smiled and died.