Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, but these poems are entirely mine.
Warnings: T for dealing with Death and Grief.
A/N:
-This is another one based on a scenario about Botan, or rather, Botan describing the emotion that overcomes her every time she is unfortunate enough to have to lead droves of souls to the Underworld. The wails of pain that roll across the Lethe River are both saddening and beautiful to her ears, and play upon the strings of her heart like an expert violinist. Enjoy.
Call of the Damned
What is that sound,
that sorrowful mourn?
What is that sound,
that wrench that has your heart torn?
What is that sound,
that grieving moan?
What is that sound,
that wail of woe?
What is that sound,
that shivering chill?
What is that sound,
that melodious trill?
It is, oh, so terrible,
so racked with grief.
And yet so beautiful,
beyond belief.
It is a symphony of sorrow,
composed of dread.
It is a musical note,
leaving your heart stopped, dead.
It is a song,
a lovely hymn.
It is a melody,
a peril so grim.
It is a ballad,
filled with rue.
Drenched with beauty,
every note quivering true.
Its call is undeniable,
every lingering note.
Leaving you frozen in fear,
melting in warmth under its coat.
Quaking in terror,
ensnared by its perfection.
Completely consumed,
with every collection.
It must be the music of angels,
its notes sick with sweet.
Dripping with honey,
with every beat.
And yet it is not,
but a rasping scream.
Leaving you shaken,
trembling at your seams.
So what is that sound,
that shattering tune?
That engrossing music,
that will leave you swooned?
It is the call of the mourned,
their shrieks rolling across the land.
It is a dreaded song,
the Call of the Damned.
-End Chapter-
A/N:
-You know the deal by now, so be kind a leave me a comment, m'kay? Hopefully, I'll have another poem up soon (definitely before the next Black Dusk chapter comes out). Anywho, R&R.