Author: Like the first one in this collection, this is a poem made up of connecting haikus.
Yami: Which was really weird to begin with...
Author: [glares at Yami then shrugs] So I have a thing for haikus. Maybe its the Japanese blood in me. Or maybe its just the way haikus are so simple and pristine, and yet so profound if you do them right.
Yami: Too bad you don't do them right.
Author: Yeah, yeah, I know. But I try. That's what really counts, right? Anyway, I'm bound to get better sooner or later.
Yami: Doubtful.
Author: [glares once again at Yami, and sticks out tongue] Well, off you go. Tell me what you think when you're done reading.
Yami: Flame her. Go ahead, she's use to it, I do it all the time.
Full Circle
Raven-haired woman,
lady of a distant time,
trapped by destiny.
Full of compassion,
and also full of anger,
she won't stop fighting.
And yet she trusts him
implicitly, without thought,
and gives her heart to
He who is hiding,
outcast from a bitter world,
filled with stubborn pride.
Though his golden eyes
see everything that happens,
he sees not her love.
For he is burning
with passion for his preistess,
who only wants him
Dead, just like she is,
buried in the still, cold earth.
That's what he should be.
And so she hunts him
to all the ends of the earth
and straight into Hell.
Ready to drag him
down into the Underworld
where she can keep him.
For she loves him with
a passion that is painful,
that's so close to hate.
Her hate gives her life
her love only brings her death
so she chose to hate.
And for loving hate
her soul continues burning
in the young girl who
He loves, not knowing
and fights so hard to protect
the girl who saved him.
He protects one love
and yet returns to the first
never deciding.
Realizing with guilt
that he cannot have them both,
will he choose for once
The one who loves him
without fear and without hate
and who follows him.
For she will follow
wherever he may lead her,
and she will trust him.
And only for him
does she return to danger
hoping that he will
Choose once and for all.
He knows he must and yet its
hard to choose between
The night that loved him
when the world was young and bright,
who hates him in death,
And the day who came
to turn his heart with thoughts of
peace and happiness.
Perhaps the choice is not so hard.
Perhaps hatred is not so strong.
Perhaps true love wins after all.
Author's Note: Okay, so that was really strange. I know. But I just had to get that one out. I'm wondering how many noticed that some of the lines overlapped, becoming one, then becoming two. For example: "For he is burning / with passion for his preistess / who only wants him / dead..." and then" "Dead, just like she is / buried in the still, cold earth / that's what he should be." Do you see it? Read again. Maybe it'll make more sense this time. I know it's really strange, the pattern is weird and haikus, taking all together, really lose much of their rhythm. And yet, to me its really cool, and I couldn't help but try. Could you figure out who was being talked about when? I think it's fairly obvious, but if you're not sure, ask me and I'll post an answer. In any case, please please please review. I need all the help I can get. Especially on this one because I know its so strange. Is it just too strange, or does it work in a weird sort of way? Please let me know.