Lullaby

By Rivertam

A/N- this is first attempt at poetry-ish drabbley thingy. So here it is.

I look into your young, wide eyes, full of tears; I am haunted by yours cries.

Cry not, young one. The real test is yet to come. I wish it could be me instead, but you...you were chosen.

Sleep, sleep, now darling. The battle hasn't begun. Relish this short time of peace, more precious than a gem. Sully it not with petty wrongs, I beg of you, be calm.

"What is this, mother?"

I see your father in your eyes; you trust and love me so. One day you'll have to leave me, all children must learn to fly. But you, you are burdened by something more horrific than can be seen, you start to feel it now. .
"Mother, it hurts."
Be strong, my little warrior. You should grow old with a love of your own. For this is the way it was meant to be, and you may be meant to die young.

"Nothing, dear one," the soothing lies drip off my tongue. "All children have them. Wear this, it takes the pain away." If only I could do that on my own...

Why could it not be me? I wish to take this hurt away... How hard have I fought? Steal my flesh away, kill me, bury me in dirt. Then let me rot.

I want to fight, to be rid of him. I have failed once, who is to say I shall not fail again?

Giggle, chuckle, laugh. I sound like a child myself. I will battle and win, the battle is half-won. All it need is that which is you, my angel, the dark cloud is sucked away.
A delicious dream, one I can nearly taste. For you, for you alone. There must be a way, I will hope and I will love. There is a time for victory...

Those wide eyes gaze at me, once again they fill with tears. "I...am going to die from this."

Nod. I will accept my death with grace and dignity in a manner which will bring me honor.

Your body stiffens, no more tears, tears are but for children. Wrong, dear, I cried many times for my beloved. Adulthood means not safety, you are only a youngling, one forced to grow up too soon.

I will not fight when it is futile.

Fight, fight to live if not for me.

I, at long last and through many tears, tell you of your father's death and of the great thing you must do to survive.

You ought to have known so much later...A toddler...should not know of such things, she should only care about her flowers and her dolls. But all has not been right with the world for a time...seems like a curse or a spell...

A time for defeat...

A time for hope...

A time for tears...

A time for lies...

And a time for truths...

You shan't be lonely is this great feat of yours. He was for a bit, it nearly tore him apart.

I love you, sweetling. It was a cruel thing I did by bearing you, but it was his last wish, he would be glad; to see his daughter, so little and so sad.

Sleep, the weight of the world on your shoulders. But for a long time, the world will lift itself and you will be but a child...but a child...

A/N- Get it? This is Sango's POV about the daughter she might have. Okay, apparently you people don't get it. Their mission failed, Sango beared Miroku's child as he was dying as to honor his last request and now Sango's child (the one mentioned in this story) has a wind tunnel. The thing mentioned here:

"What is this, mother?"

I see your father in your eyes; you trust and love me so. One day you'll have to leave me, all children must learn to fly. But you, you are burdened by something more horrific than can be seen, you start to feel it now. .
"Mother, it hurts."
Is that the Wind Tunnel has first appeared and the kid doesn't know what it is. Sango gave her a rosary and lied. The next bit in italics is Sango telling the kid what the wind tunnel really is. Got it?

"I will accept my death with grace and dignity in a manner which will bring me honor.

I will not fight when it is futile. (Not like Inuyasha would)"

Miroku Falls Into A Dangerous Trap
This is the way it was meant to be.
-Pendragon