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…
