Eloquence
With posture so perfect you'd think it was planned
With hair all so raven black straight, in a fan:
falling, floating, framing pale skin flawlessly,
Like porcelain, delicate, refined, perfect;
As perfect as eloquence, those folds of eloquence
So elegantly flowing, forming from lips
and voice; so rich! So clear! So perfectly
Astute, logical, clever, so eloquent.
And yet. The surface. So perfect. Is not.
Matching the heart. The core, truth, sanity...
So don't be fooled by her elegant ways.
Her flawless appearance and attitude
Hide a void, an emptiness, so bitter
The surface doesn't even know it's there.
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A/N: Bet you can't imagine who this is about…Well, actually, it's kind of more than one person. Not really, but kind of. What happened was that I was reading a fic, and it hit me just how similar Kikyou and Kurtz (for those who don't know: lazy ones should watch Apocalypse Now, and workaholics like me should read Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad) really are…And by Kikyou, I mean the particular shade of her after her resurrection but before, say, Hakureizan? Somewhere around there. Season 2 Kikyou, in the anime. More or less. It's hard to pinpoint it though, because her development is (justifiably so) very long and gradual…Ah well. Most of you all probably just despise Kikyou in any form. So why do I bother? Perfection must be attained! Oh yeah…
As for the poem itself, it's an Italian sonnet mostly in iambic pentameter. There's a few places it deviates—like at the beginning with all those dactyls—but I tried to make it fit.
Ok, I confess. It's not iambic at all, really…but is in pentameter. The rhyming is completely coincidental. When it does happen…
Hope ya liked it…