Author: Hello, hello, hello. It's been awhile since I posted anything new. But here's something for your reading pleasure.
Yami: Pleasure? Who said anything about pleasure? You're poetry sucks!
Author: Shush! SOME people like my stuff. I think… Well, in any case, here's something new. Whether that's a pleasure or a torture you'll have to decide for yourself. This is a Miroku poem. I had fun writing it. I do light poetry very well, my stuff is always either extremely sappy or extremely dark. But this one's interesting. It sounds serious until you get to the last line of each stanza. It's VERY Miroku. Or at least I think it is.
The Fickle Charmer
Goddess of the golden sun,
light of day's perfection,
shine down on my barren soul,
and listen to my question.
I watch you as the days roll by,
your beauty burning fierce and wild,
and I beg you gentle lady,
will you please bear my child?
Princess in your tower high,
hidden from my starving eyes,
will you come down from your spire,
and heed my desperate cries?
Lay your slender hand in mine,
and let passion rule this day.
For you there should be silk and fur,
but I will settle for the hay.
Warrior on your weary path,
resplendent in your armor,
turn your blazing eyes to me
and let me be your charmer.
Lady of the soldier's path,
I'll heed all your commands,
if you would give me one sweet kiss,
and never mind my hands.
Author: Well, what did you think? Please tell me. I'd love to hear from people. I don't even care if you flame me.