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.