Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Together, Alone
The sun
rises but she cannot feel it;
The wind
whispers but she cannot hear it.
She is
mindless, as she stands all alone.
On a day
like this, so bright and so clear,
Any mother
would hold her daughter dear,
Near and
close to her while the sun shone.
But there
is no mother to hold Kanna,
To brush
her hair or to dote upon her,
Just a
faux-father, his heart cold as stone.
'Come,
Kanna,' his icy voice calls for her,
And the
sun's rays don't dare to follow her
As she
plods to him duly like a drone.
She bows
and acknowledges, "My master,"
And
watching, Kohaku's heart beats faster,
Louder
than a pounding, raging cyclone.
He wants
her to feel the warmth of the sun
Upon her,
the golden threads it has spun—
She'd
learn love if only love she was shown.
But Kanna
ignores his hopeful glances
And Kohaku
resigns that his chances
Are gone
not unlike the night that has flown.
There will
never be hope for this young pair,
The girl
of blankness and boy of despair,
But the
sun rises and his love is sown.