Again, a short poem for Sokaro. I don't know it's mad enough, but you'll be the judge of that. I almost missed my updating deadline…sorry, guys.
Tsuki Yume does not own D Gray man.
Madness, the power within,
It can spin like a firecracker,
It can cut like the wind,
Insanity used as a weapon,
As a force,
can only be accomplished,
By one with no remorse.
Disciples who died in the name of God,
Do not make me laugh,
For them, I will not applaud,
They mock the name,
Fragile, breakable creatures,
They do not know the pain,
Of the scars, my horrific features.
Stand alone, walk alone,
Live alone,
and die that way, as bone,
But my effigy, what I engraved,
Must tell the fiery tale,
Weave the cruel death of the dark,
And how I never failed.
Blood, its rich purple colour,
Thick texture,
Full contaminated flavour,
It never fails to amaze,
A veteran such as I,
with its chilling beauty, it falls,
splashing like a haunting lullaby.
To be afraid, to dread,
To cry,
They're better off dead,
Not to stand against the upcoming evil,
Whispers and every conspiracy theory,
Do not pierce me, all we need,
Is to attack as a fearsome holy army.
"Madness is a way of life."
Alright, the hardest Generals to right about are out of the way! Next will be Yeegar. It's my birthday in 3 days! Reviews as birthday presents please! xD