A.N. I'm dedicating this poem (and I'm doing the dedication rounds right now) to Zanisha. She writes aboslutely fantastic pieces and if noone has dedicated to her before, I don't know why, because she definately deserves a standing ovation and royal thank you :) Again, I'm not even sure if she reads Inuyasha, but i don't care. I like this poem of mine, and I love her work so I thought that dedicating a poem of mine that I was proud of was a good way to show her how much of an inspiration she has been. Enough raving and rambling, enjoy my dediaction to Zanisha.
Who am I?
That dares cry
Ancient tears
Of hidden sorrow.
The night hides my shame
But we all know
That the emotions I have
Are not the same.
Who am I?
That dares
to ask
For
understanding
Of my
past.
The hates
and crimes
That mar
my soul
The lives
I stole,
Redemption
now
Is an
impossible task.
Who are
you
To judge
the damned?
We, the
hated angels,
Live too.
My broken
wings
And golden
eyes
Are not my
core.
But beyond
this
Flawed
angel form
My perfect
spirit flies,
Much like
yours.
Who are
you
To say who
I am.
I may be
damned
An angel
cursed,
But who
are you?
I may be
but half of two
But my
halves are whole,
The angel
and the devil
Balanced
in my soul.
Do not
judge the devil
For the
angel also sees
Your
condemning heart.
The spirit
sees
Who is the
angel
And who
has been the demon
Right from
the start.