Disclaimer: Only the words are mine and yours, save for the song lyrics, can you discern them?
The Fallen Hero, a little boy
Far away in a foreign city,
Travelling by foot one day,
One step ahead of another.
Autumn brought its
tangy scent to the wind.
Like that day so many
years before
~
He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed
~
Belonging to faith,
chained by honour,
Lives nothing more than a number.
~
'Ne...'
Your voice broke through my reverie
from so long ago.
'Where are we going?'
To find the fallen hero
who nobody remembered.
~
Eyes stinging from that confession,
Turning to hide the pain...
~
If I die
Let me die
Let him live...
~
Why did you have
to die in a foreign land?
A grin.
'No where is foreign in my homeland.'
~
One step ahead of another
Finding my way to you.
AN: This sounds more like a vignette than a poem. [ducks rotten eggs and vegetables] No! [eyes widen] Not that! Not- SPLAT Not tomatoes.... _ [wipes face] I love you too my wonderful readers who hate me by now. XP
Alright, this is from ... Saitou's perspective with regards to Okita, as usual. No, I'm not going for homosexual connotations, take it anyway you want, but it's true! The song is from 'Les Miserables', from a father to a son, which is sometimes what I think Saitou sees in Okita. As usual I beg for your reviews and comments, so please grant this unworthy author some! Onegaishimasu!
~Haruko
Dustyfall: Surely I don't deserve such praise! You make it worthwhile for me to post these random thoughts down. I wish I could have more readers like you, -sniff- makes me feel so cherished and loved.
MissBehavin: For sure no chapter is complete without a comment from you! Thank you for your kind encouragement, it spurs me on to write some more and share my everyday tidbits with you.