If I Am A Poet, I Don't Know It
A/N: I am in a rather poetic mood (Dear God, did I just sound like Colin Craven from the Secret Garden?! 00;) and I thought…that I would write some poems for the SK Group! Nheh…well pulls at collar nervously nonetheless, 'tis a poetry collection, and though I am a terrible poet beyond all means of rescue, I do hope you enjoy it…if you request a character or pairing and you haven't FLAMED me yet, then I will probably do it unless I cannot stand that character/pairing However, if you flame, Hao will burn you…actually, flames only make me laugh, but still…squinty eyes if you flame, Hao will burn. YOUMEFLAME HAO-SAMA'S PYRO ATTACK…. Toodle loo!
1. And Once Upon A Time- Dedicated to Ren Tao
A/N: This is about Ren before he met Yoh and the rest, I tried in a terrible attempt to get him right, alas, I have most likely failed once more.
Cold eyes, trudging down the darkened streets…
Unknowing of his error…
When he shuffles in his frigid way past a young man dying alone in the streets,
Blood seems to pour down as rain instead of water…
You can see it in his eyes.
There was once but a moment
Of joyous innocence
When he would have gladly embraced the dying in their last moments of life
A moment of blissful oblivion and sweetly departed naivete
Cursed to fade
And once upon a time, a frozen warrior was made
Spear in hand, he glides through alleys, undaunted by the reeking scent
Of the brilliant crimson madness that symbolizes the blade
But…is he really?
Really so apathetic toward the passing of a life too short and a death too long?
The death that tastes like sugary, melting, chocolate, until you realize you shall never wake up?
It is possible…
And once upon a time, he could have changed…
What could he have been? What will he become?
Sands of time rustle him, as he is followed by a haunting emotion
That is in fact no emotion at all
Can he realize there is more to life?
Like the precious memories of once upon a time?
Questions, as if nothing could be revealed by fire…
A gentle embrace?
Maybe
A melting kiss?
Possibly
A crack in his dangerous, warping, illusions?
Definitely…
And then…even then he might not return, that touching simplicity bestowed upon him
His smile, had he smiled could
Soften the hardest of hearts
But at least the remembrance…
Of that lingering once upon a time…