SkyFireDragon13: Well! Look at this Anica! I wrote a poem!

Anica: (makes I'm-not-impressed face) Oh, good job. Yippee.....

SkyFireDraon: Your not still sore over all the time we role played on those last two chapters, are you?

Anica:(kneads temples) No. Of course not. I've only got the BIGGEST HEADACHE KNOWN TO HUMANITY!!!! Honestly, can't we ever do these things at some decent hour? Like, before midnight?

SkyFireDragon13:.......

Anica: You have no idea what I'm talking abut, do you?

SkyFireDragon13:...not really......but I'll take your word for it. (offers gold fish) here. They're pizza flavored!

Anica: (makes another face) Thanks. That really helps. Are you finally done with this thing now? Can I post it yet?

SkyFireDragon13: I guess.....

Anica: Um.....might want to tell the readers that this is a poem, not a story....and it's from the Friar's point of view, about what he thinks Hiei and Kurama's relationship is.....they might be a little confused if you....hey!! Come back here! Your not going to bed NOW! I've still gotta check this! Yago!

Disclaimer: Nope. No own. i thought i did for awhile...but Anica corrected me about that....I think I own Dude and Friar though...and jocasta, our muse...(mutters) for what she's worth.....(pokes Jocasta) Go bother Anica with useless inspiration now. She needs to update HER other story.

So is flying the smallest dragon fly
littler, and yet, to prove much he desires.
Black he is, and would have many believe inside as well
and yet he stays, still, near his other.

walking on is the proud, red One
head is high, mane of flame flowing free.
so easy is his face, open as the land he lives
Stallion, strong and red; youth is in his eyes.

So flies the dragon fly, strong on own
and stronger, with another, black resting on red.

together they are, happy in their being
one but separate, they are few.
Alone they are standing,
when many they could be.
the red one, he is kind,
and could many have with him
Shares of though, he cares for much
Amiable and smiles much
loving of touch that is comforting.
A dragon, the other would be,
alone always, strong-
fire-breathing anyone who call his name

The red, he would peace be bringing
much hides inside his past and
time for game he have no more.

Differences so many, alikeness, so few
but small is the dragon fly
big is world outside,
and even dark ones needs a home.
Old and young both is he-
red stallion. Free going where he please
but long is road, and lonely

Red on Black, Black on Red
he could be alone
survive on top of all
and share with none.
Instead he need another-
little dragon fly, he rest upon
warm red skin
swiftly, proud tall one,
small one being with him always be.
Sometime running,
Sometime riding,
Sometime flying,
no more be said as
side by side
he and him
they glide.