Sword and Rose
Have you ever thought of a sword and rose as equals?
As much as one never thinks about it,
A rose, in many ways, is very similar to a sword.
A rose shines through the twilight,
With the luster of dawn-brilliantly radiating as the sun's warm rays dissipate the morning dew from its petals.
The sword shines glistening through the night.
As the dim moonlight ricochets off its valiant blade, and gleams boldly with the passion of the night winds nocturne.
A rose''s sweet aroma is something a sword does not possess.
But a sword compensates this loss-with its amazing agility and strength.
When wielded by man…it is a powerful comrade.
This is something the rose does not possess.
But…just as life is…with every positive there is a negative.
With every action there is a reaction.
A rose, although beautiful; elegant, is engulfed in painfully sharp thorns…its hidden weapon.
As if the rose itself is afraid…afraid to be hurt…loved but later rejected…as soon as its 'savior' got tired of it.
And the sword…just the same… is afraid.
And the sword, just the same…is afraid.
It is afraid to be used for evil and selfishness and…then once the evil was done…abandoned into the darkness, never to see the light of day.
But ironically, in its attempt to prevent that, it has killed.
It has slain others.
It has become the evil it feared most.
And so, as the sword is bathed in scarlet red,
It looks back and thinks about the rose-
And the rose thinks of the sword.
How much the blood reminds the sword of the rose…
And how much the human reminds the rose of the sword.
Perhaps the sword and rose-
Were meant to be.
Then again…
Perhaps not…
Yeah I made this poem way way way way back in an 8th grade reading project. It's is supposed to be Kurama and Hiei, but I think you guys got it. Birdie