My Lord Sesshoumaru
Great Demon Lord of western lands
Many slain by such beautiful hands
Face of steel in the finest porcelain
Revered by Jaken and sweet little Rin
Golden eyes that shame the setting sun
Sleeps alone beside no one
Armor, kimono, Tenseiga, Tokijin
And the sword for which his quest can't end
His long white hair flows in the breeze
Alone at night by a crystal stream
Perfect skin which moonlight reveals
As he bathes alone amidst the trees
He wanders far, but seeks no treasure
Fights, destroys, but gains no pleasure
So perfect, and beautiful, and wistfully mine
His heart a prize no mortal can find
Here, Now, And to the stars above
Remains my Sesshoumaru, My Love