Disclaimer: Saiyuki does not belong to me. This poem does.
A note: This poem was written a while ago by yours truly, butI believe it pretains to the characters pretty well. This poem kind of reflects the Sanzo-ikkou's pasts. I'm sorry ifit's not that good. Read and enjoy.
Colors
Red is the flame that burns within
Black is the oil that tells of my sin
Gray are the chains to which I'm bound
White is the mirror I see on the ground
Within that mirror, what do I see?
Orange, Yellow, Blue, Green
And the face that resembles gloom
Within that face a new life blooms
Orange is the sun setting each day
Yellow is the dawn's morning ray
Blue is the rain, rushing down my back
Green is the forest, which I lack
Within that forest, what do I hear?
Beige, Purple, Chrome, Teal
And the hate, which resembles the fire
Within that hate is my heart's desire
Beige are the walls I look at each night
Purple is the wound I get each fight
Chrome is my enemy, which I fear
Teal is the scream I wish to hear
Within that scream, what can I do?
Nothing…NOTHING! It is true,
And the scream, which is like the song
I wake from this dream and all is gone.