The Gifted Child, Kurama
Makai,
A place of wonders,
A place of hell,
A place where demons,
Live and dwell,
Treachery is welcomed,
Betrayal is sweet,
Blood forms a pool,
Around your feet.
A silver streak,
Flashed in the moonlight,
Tense and braced,
Ready for a fight,
Yet the night passed on by,
Silent and powerful,
As the fox subsides,
Into the darkness of his world,
Where is heart is cold,
Emotions locked up,
Yet innocence remained,
From his days as a cub.
Flowers bloom,
From his slightest touch,
Plants yield and grow,
From the energy in his heart,
Magic from the soul,
His powers are great,
A weapon at hand,
A piece of cake,
A blade made of grass,
A blood red rose,
Transformed to a whip,
With a flick of his fingertips.
Author's Note :
I think Youko Kurama is a wonderful creature. That's why I created this poem dedicated to him and all his fans. For all you Kurama lovers, I think this is the poem for you! I should know…( my best friend YM. Lee is one of them too! )
Anyway, the usual, I really hope you guys enjoyed it and I will appreciate it if you send in your reviews.
Thanks a bunch! -