Very, very short angsty poem thing, about setsuna when Sara died.

There she is, never a angel so sweet.

I saw her lay, in her death sleep that day.

Blissful rest, for our love there is no reliece.

Harsh fate, to take her from me this way.

Thankful rest, lay my head on her breast.

My worst fear, we must be togeather my dear.

Sweet sanctuary, take me in your arms.

Wherever you are, ill find you tender child.

Ill proberly be realy embarised by this in a few weeks time. I wrote it when i was feeling moody. It seems kinda corney now.