The life of any other in my profession is simple,
They travel and liberate villages from demons and spirits,
But I must travel with an irritable hanyou,
It is weird to travel with such company,

Three demons and three humans,
Working to kill a being of pure evil,
What a strange group we are,

I must be calm; I must be good,
If my hands wander I may not survive,
But it is hard to refrain myself,
Surrounded by the beauty of two companions,

Three demons and three humans,
Working to kill a being of pure evil,
What a cunning monk I am,

I frequently lie although I never cus,
I'll take advantage of a moment,
But always end up with a red mark on my face,
But my first priority is and always will be to lift my curse,

Three demons and three humans,
Working to kill a being of pure evil,
Serious as the task may be I still like havin a little fun.


Okay, you probably guessed this, but it's miroku in this poem. I want to thank 'KawaiiMiroku' for the nice reviews, I'm glad you enjoyed my poem and I hope this one is good too, I'm not so sure about it myself, but I'm sure SOMEONE will like it. Well please RR!