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. YOU+ME+FLAME 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...
A/N: Yess! I have finally discovered to whom the above disclaimer belongs…KagenoKatana! Sankyuu, KagenoKatana, for not killing me and letting me share! Oh…and…SANKYUU EVERYONE WHO REVIEWWS!
18. Heart of Sword- A Poem Dedicated to Amidamaru
A/N: I really love how you guys make your reviews so personal! Thank u jazzywolf for reviewing every chapter, and thank you EVERYBODY who reads this…This is dedicated to someone who reviewed and asked for a poem for Amidamaru, and since I take requests…. One day this will backfire on me! The poem is someone talking to Amidamaru.
A fire within your heart…
Spirit of the warrior unextinguished…
Such a devastating purity as the attackers
Met the icy, flaming wrath of the blade
Spring rain…?
Spring blood?
You cannot tell the difference?
Such is the spirit of the warrior
Brilliant crimson madness…
That comes with abandoning your
Humanity
You shall belong to the blade and nobody else…
It is your
Life
Your
Child
And
Your
Lover
Who else, will remain by your side?
Tasting the cold steel, like a reunion
Don't you long for it?
A friend could laugh in mockery
As they lowered you six feet under
And burned your blade in the
Morgue
But the sword…
Not the dearest sword…
It would go down with you.
It would pull you down.
But would it, or would it not,
Invite you to the sweet little hell?