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!

Disclaimer: Roses are red. Violets are blue. Me no own Shaman King. So you no sue.- LOL, I fell in love with it when I read it somewhere, sorry whoever I stole this from…well, that is certainly PATHETIC, I don't even own my own DISCLAIMER...

3. Death Claims All- A Poem Dedicated to Faust and Eliza

A/N: You just had to know that this was going to come up sooner or later, did you not? I try to put Faust and Eliza in everything I can, and I am so supportive, that they made a rather large banner for me when I finished writing this You know you love them, so give it up for Faust and Eliza.

Death claims all but the blackest of hearts

Those whom the gods love are taken apart

The sweet raptured light, and the bitter taste of blood on the last day

But the girl was not to be rescued

A candle glimmering in the distance

Its wax cascading down taper and flame

Burning blue in the coldest of midnights

Behold, the secret of life and death

The coffin is still, and the cradle is rocking

Her time was not long and her clock is tick-tocking

One grain of sand, the pure, claiming hand

Those sweet angels of terrible death

A fissure in his mind, the breaking of time

Those horrifying angels of beautiful death

A paradox maybe..

A fairytale perhaps….

But as long as it is denied she will never move on

And the time spent in blankness is twice as too long

But behold, the pains of those left behind

Are far greater than those of the

Dearly departed

His name is not mentioned

But his heart cracked in two

They say his mind did as well, do you believe it, do you?
In the darkness of death, some believe your life flashes before you like an instantaneous movie

Flickering…flashing…dying..

Screaming.

As the hand grasped her in its clutches

The moon wept, and the world below..

The world of earthen and woods…

Heard the most Horrifying scream…