Hungry for the blood,
Of all those innocent men,
A poor fate bestowed.
Dashing for dear life,
But there is no escape,
From his stainless blade.
Just like liquid gold,
Every drop burns on his tongue,
Satisfies his thirst.
Sweet nectar of the
Hanyou dubbed Inuyasha.
Will you give him more?
Blade pulled back to draw,
The ruby red heat that draws
In a half-demon's veins.
"Die Inuyasha."
Jakotsu's words slice the air,
Will this be the end?
But hallelujah,
The barrier is broken,
Demon strength returns.
Clawed fingers slowly,
Grasp on the handle of his
lethal Tessaiga.
Now is not the end,
Of our beloved Inu,
For now he can fight.
"When you had the chance."
The words slap Jakotsu's pride.
The battle goes on.
Jakotsu's a trick
On the mind, ever fooling,
Those who don't look close.
But do not be fooled
By those womanly antics,
For he is a male.
But like a viper,
Quick to strike his enemy
With a snake-like sword.
Twisting and snarling,
Slicing through the air in search,
Of a human's flesh.
To deftly cut and
release the coppery smell
Of freshly drawn blood.
Hear a painful wail
That ignites his heart and
Begs him to give more.
More. More pain. More blood.
He fufills his desire.
To hurt and kill all.
What caused this man to
Lead to the destruction of
Of his fellow man.
To rule the world with
Bankotsu and katana,
Always at his side.
Kill all who defy,
And even those who listen,
It is all a sport.
The "gay" Jakotsu,
Name strikes fear in hearts' of men.
But now he is dead.
The nightmare is gone
Leaving all at ease as he,
Eternally sleeps.
(Good night Jakotsu)