Kida: Hey everyone!
Julia: We're posting up yet another story!
Kida: Except that this story is a poem so there will be no updating worries.
Julia: Anyway, it's a poem about Bakura.
Danni: Yeah, and we mean the EVIL one.
Kirika: You mean the only one who actually deserves to live.
Kida: SHUT UP!
Kirika: Whatever. We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!.
Julia: And now Kitana's about to give you the summary.
Kitana: Okay guys! This is a point about Bakura's past, taking place after -
Julia: Spoiler Alert!
Kirika: Yeah, okay, they've had enough warning.
Kitana: - his village was destroyed. Anyway, he's trapped within the Millennium Ring and is reminiscing about the past, but appears to be in a very angsty mood. And when I say reminiscing about his past, I mean a LOT of his past, so you're going to have to use your imagination to find the links.
Kida: Please read and review.
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Grave Robber's Eyes
I bear the shadow that is passed on by life,
Epitome of horror, my grieving, my strife,
I hear the woe that the heart dares to scream,
Futilely believing that pain's just a dream,
I see the anguish that they try to hide,
Striving to break free of the prison inside,
I taste the hatred that I sense lives on,
The hate for the living, the coming, the gone,
I smell the death that the wind chose to spread,
Dispelling the grief of those already dead,
I feel the darkness that I know too well,
Forever binding me to my empty cell,
I know the world and its myriad lies,
I know it all through a grave robber's eyes.
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Danni: So, what did you all think?