Sacred Jewel
It's young, not old.
Get it straight.
It's soft, not hard,
What are you, an idiot?
It's got glinting gold-flecked flowing black hair,
And huge warm eyes, so fair,
And long, slim legs,—damn, hold it there!
The soul is still pink and pure
And frightening, powerful, that's for damn sure
And fucking hells, does it still lure
Those greedy bastards, left and right,
Trying to steal what ain't theirs; to fight
For what's mine; so I hold tight—
To her.
My girl.
My sacred jewel.
A/N: Having Inuyasha write poetry seems so absurd. And yet it's so much fun. He's a lot cleverer with his words than you'd think. He's got a gift for invective, clearly. He knows how to use words to his desired effect—and epitomizes the author's dream of conciseness. Mostly, his particular—voice, I'll call it—is in direct opposition to the obnoxious empty platitudes that so often pass for 'proper poetry'. You know, the ones that are so saccharine they make molasses look like it's not trying.
This poem might be a tad sentimental for him, but I tried to make it sound as much like him as I could. In the future, I even dream of attempting such absurdities as The Love Song of I. Taisho Hanyou. But that is for another day, my duckies. For the moment I have vector calculus to study…oh joy…|r'(t) x r''(t)| all over |r'(t)| is the normal component of the acceleration function of the position function r(t)…
Have I earned your sympathy yet? No? Ah well. I did try. Hope you liked the poem, at the very least...