A/N: Another round of haiku. Unlike the first offering, this is a longer
and more serious piece that explores RobinxAmon's relationship after the
end of the series. As always, comments and criticisms are highly
appreciated.
--Manny PenPen
Disclaimer: Witch Hunter Robin not mine. It Sunrise's. And Bandai's.
And Sci Fi Channel's. Ooga.
******
Warden
Sanguine strands of hair
Softly flutter in and out
From shallow breathing
His hand strokes her face
A touch to let the Eve know
She is not alone
Exhaustion, and guilt
Endless days hiding in crowds
Endless nights in fear
How long? Seven months
Of huddled subway train rides
And cheap hotel rooms
Their last night left here
No room in the inn for Witches
Or broke freeloaders
Tomorrow would come
But before then, a moment
To ward Robin's sleep
Flickering eyelids
Of a man too tired to
Allow himself rest
A warden, he said
To protect his charge from both
Death and corruption
But who protects him?
Who protects the warden from
His own blackened blood?
Eyelashes flutter
With the slowly rising dawn
Robin awakens
Her emerald eyes
Stare in taciturn silence:
The warden, asleep.
And as she watches
With her hand clasping at his:
A somber smile
It is not her place
To awaken him, and so
She merely protects
So it is written:
Both wardens, Amon and Eve
Guarding each other
and more serious piece that explores RobinxAmon's relationship after the
end of the series. As always, comments and criticisms are highly
appreciated.
--Manny PenPen
Disclaimer: Witch Hunter Robin not mine. It Sunrise's. And Bandai's.
And Sci Fi Channel's. Ooga.
******
Warden
Sanguine strands of hair
Softly flutter in and out
From shallow breathing
His hand strokes her face
A touch to let the Eve know
She is not alone
Exhaustion, and guilt
Endless days hiding in crowds
Endless nights in fear
How long? Seven months
Of huddled subway train rides
And cheap hotel rooms
Their last night left here
No room in the inn for Witches
Or broke freeloaders
Tomorrow would come
But before then, a moment
To ward Robin's sleep
Flickering eyelids
Of a man too tired to
Allow himself rest
A warden, he said
To protect his charge from both
Death and corruption
But who protects him?
Who protects the warden from
His own blackened blood?
Eyelashes flutter
With the slowly rising dawn
Robin awakens
Her emerald eyes
Stare in taciturn silence:
The warden, asleep.
And as she watches
With her hand clasping at his:
A somber smile
It is not her place
To awaken him, and so
She merely protects
So it is written:
Both wardens, Amon and Eve
Guarding each other
