Snow Angels

Author's Note: I got the inspiration for this poem from the Samurai X: Betrayal movie and I like it a lot. It's Kenshin sharing his story to others so that no one makes the same mistake he made all those years ago. It's kind of dark, but that's how I like it *evil smile*. Well, I hope you enjoy and please, please, please review!!

Silent ice falls from the sky,

Upon this ground, many die.

This covered path that once was mud,

Stained in the color of thick red blood.

Broken footfalls cover the ground,

But to these tracks no owner is found.

Yet from a far high in a tree,

These tracks a pair of eyes does see.

The path leads to the hollow woods,

A place that once was a highway for goods.

Now a forbidden path un-walked,

For its entrance long ago was blocked.

This place is the heart of a gruesome tale,

A place where two lover's love would fail.

Where love and hatred intertwine.

Where loss and sadness would become mine.

I'll tell you the tall of this mountain path,

It's the tale of evil's unholy wrath.

The thin line between love and hate,

And how the path was decided by fate.

The morning had come on a cold winter's day,

And a small cabin sat where two people did stay.

One was a woman, whose heart was in pain,

the other a man, who would soon lose his gain.

That night that they had they swore their love,

While the moon watched them from up above.

Their intentions that night were clear,

But they had so much on the inside to fear.

A place was found within their hearts,

Each one plays significant parts.

To each other as well as in life,

A life full of sadness and strife.

But unknown to either one,

Tomorrow, one's life would be done.

The pain and the agony gone,

All of it would vanish at dawn.

And so the sun awoke the next day,

The women left with little to say.

She left to go and set things right,

She left to go and end their fight.

Sometime later, the man arose,

And we all know how this story goes.

No woman was anywhere to be found,

Only footsteps were left on the ground.  

The man knew not where to go,

So he followed the tracks left in the snow.

To find the person who left him behind,

This was the person he was searching to find.

As he entered the woods little did he know,

That this was a place where few did go.

As the ice flacks fell gently all around,

Three men watched him with out a sound.

With a clouded mind he fought to live,

All their effort to kill him they did give.

But in the end each one of them died,

Even though they had truly tired.

Arriving at the scene, bruised and bloody,

With clothes stain and extremely muddy.

Another battle began in this place,

A battle that would soon end this race.

The women watch with tears from a far,

Looking through the door that was standing ajar.

Turing around she saw her first lover's face,

And decided it was time to take a stand in this place.

Taking a step out into the blazing snow,

The woman knew exactly where to go.

With heavy heart and determination,

She threw herself at the two men in desperation.

Blinded by the storm and blazing emotions,

With his mind undecided on his true devotions.

He took one final swing with a mighty cry,

And pulled down his sword, ready to die.

Through the sound of screaming and blowing snow,

The man cut down his evil foe.

But as the enemy fell so did the other,

At the same time, the sword cut down another.

A frail body and gentle face,

Had stepped in the middle of the swords space.

And lying in a heap on the snow,

In the arms of the man, there lay Tomoe.

To save another she gave up her life,

She died to end her own strife.

She cut his face to finish the scar,

And across his cheek lay a second red bar.

And from this bar, an "X" was formed,

They lay there bleeding as it stormed.

So the woman died and left the man,

She died with dagger in hand.

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Over ten years later that scar still shows,

And to those woods, no one goes.

For they hold a story that since then has pasted,

In those woods is where it would forever last.

A meaningful story and a sad one too,

A story of what hatred can do.

So I tell you now, never hate,

Learn somehow to appreciate.

For time is short and little we are given,

For never from the dead will we be risen.

So remember my story and remember it well,

For that was the story of what happened when love fell.

For I learned to move on and begin a new day,

Please people hear what I say.

For our time is short and someday we'll fall to our fate,

That is why we all need to love and not hate.

Remember this tale that happened among these trees,

That now only holds the winds gentle breeze.

In this place is my story that you now know,

It is the place where angels remain in the snow.