Author name: Roisin Dhhu
Pairing: N/ACategory: Supernatural
Sub Category: Poetry
Rating: PG
Spoilers: NoneCompleted: Yes
Summary: Even after death Yakumo look after them
DISCLAIMERI Roisin dhu do not own Shinzo or make money off my fan fictions, who would pay to read it?
Author notes: I hope you like this poem and that you will let me know so by sending an e-mail or review, You can flame if you want, but aim for a constructive critics, ok. One more thing yes I know I have very bad spelling so there is no point in telling me, if you do spot some thing misspelling can you tell me the right spelling so that I can change it.
It was a cold and wet day.
The only colour the sky was grey.
It was one of those days where you could set around,
And do not a thing.
But in the cold hard streets a women stood,
Watching a small group of travellers.
She know them will,
She has look over them for the last 8 years.
She seem them grown,
She has watched them in their good times and the bad.
She now watch them,
As they try to find somewhere too stay for a few days.
But they can find nothing.
She knows of somewhere they can stay.
She makes a noise and they look over,
But she is gone; all they see is a B&B.
What their luck if it had not been for the noise,
They would have misses it.
They always been luck afar as they remember,
No wait!
There was a time when they were not bless with this luck.
When she was still was with them,
When their journey had meant something,
When they journey was lending somewhere.
This luck is bitter sweet, she goes an it come.
The group sleep not knowing that there are being watch
By someone who once fills their harts,
With love but all she can do now is look after them like an angel.
