Jingle
Author: Whispering Hope
Summary: Of bells, memories, needles and strings. JuubeixKazuki poem.
(I cannot forget
the jingle jingle of the bells)
Blood
red stains my hands
silver needles,
darkened
tainted
with Blood of the free
Blood of the pure
Blood of the dead.
And the bells that ring
I swear
they sing - -
I swear they sing.
(I swear
he sings
I swear he sings to me)
But the
blood that stains
the red that taints
Is
his.
(Jinjin
Jingle
Jin...
...gle)
And they haunt me
the bells
Like the three hounds of hell
And they remind me...
... of something.
Of summer days
and bright green leaves
Of sparkling blue streams
As
the great tree breathes
Of a life we no longer live - -
Of a
life we no longer live...
...together
Memories are of needles
and strings
and bells.
The bells that jingle now.
Memories are of
fire
and dreams
and hope.
(A hope to protect
A
hope to be together
to be forever)
But
hopes are dreams are broken
As needles pierce his flesh.
(Jingle jingle)
Broken. Broken. Broken - -
And the future is...
("Juubei?")
Of a hope that could still be.
("Kazuki?")
A hope that must be.
(And I
will never forget
the jingle jingle of
the bells)
-owari-