Author's Note: A short poem about Battousai, how he might have felt about his role in the Revolution, and how he has changed. It's a request poem from...flyinangel777, I think. O yeah, Tomoe is pronounced "Toh" (as in the word toe) "moh" (as in the name Moe). Someone asked me that so I'm just telling you. Anyway, I hope you like it. Try to Enjoy!
Greatest FallHeralded as the greatest,
Said to be the best.
Known by all with power,
Feared by all who cower.
His legacy can't be repeated,
A killer never once defeated.
Now he's just another man,
Who still has strength to stand.
Seeks to atone for spilt blood,
Once mixed with water and mud.
Discovering love again,
A broken heart to mend.
Once a tool used to destroy,
The governments perish toy.
Now a tool that protects,
A Rurouni is what he reflects.
Looking back at what was he,
The slayer he used to be.
Invincible, no equal found,
Bodies he made litter the ground.
From those days he has learned,
Knowledge in his mind now burned.
That our greatest triumph,
Is not having never fallen at all,
But rising when we fall.
~Hopefully you liked that poem. It was really short but I didn't feel like writing something long. I personally don't think it's that good. If I get some reviews for it I might keep it up, but I don't know. I'll try to get another poem up soon.
