Crimson Legend
Delicate fingers wrapped around the hilt.
Pools of icy blue narrowed sharply.
A high ponytail sways in the breeze.
Suddenly, he lunges forward,
Sword gleaming light of the moon.
Instantly, the pathway is dyed red.
He looked back, and sheathed his sword.
One man, slicing his way into a new era.
You cannot catch him.
You cannot evade him.
A lost soul seeking atonement for his bloodletting.
An X shape scar being the constant reminder,
Of a tragedy buried deep within his dark soul.
An unspeakable event, the heart of his cross-shaped scar.
This man whose life is bleak and sorrowful.
Why does he kill?
Why does he bring suffering?
It is because he must
A path spread before him.
He who carries the weight of
His victims darkly inside him.
The Master of Murder, whose soul beckons
For freedom from this eternal and dark suffering.
His name is Kenshin Himura.
Hitokiri Battousai the Manslayer.
Delicate fingers wrapped around the hilt.
Pools of icy blue narrowed sharply.
A high ponytail sways in the breeze.
Suddenly, he lunges forward,
Sword gleaming light of the moon.
Instantly, the pathway is dyed red.
He looked back, and sheathed his sword.
One man, slicing his way into a new era.
You cannot catch him.
You cannot evade him.
A lost soul seeking atonement for his bloodletting.
An X shape scar being the constant reminder,
Of a tragedy buried deep within his dark soul.
An unspeakable event, the heart of his cross-shaped scar.
This man whose life is bleak and sorrowful.
Why does he kill?
Why does he bring suffering?
It is because he must
A path spread before him.
He who carries the weight of
His victims darkly inside him.
The Master of Murder, whose soul beckons
For freedom from this eternal and dark suffering.
His name is Kenshin Himura.
Hitokiri Battousai the Manslayer.