War Rages On
Though your armor is quite cold
Your arrow pierces through
Heart a midnight gold
Eyes that light up blue
With amber suns shining
Deadly fangs and teeth too
Weary is a soul who crosses blades with you
And as midnight fast approaches
Deaths sleep claimed me at last
This war is far from over
The curse shall always last
So as I lay asleep
Coffin shut for good
It appears my time is nigh
As I truly hope it should
So thou shall never waken me
Though many always do
From deaths sweet slumber
To fight an aged battle made new.
-ajmaru
A poem about the aged battle in the shikon no tama, just the fight and foreboding of war on the horizon.
