Hello everyone here is the third installment please enjoy. The theme is Yachiru and her thoughts/time with the squad and Kenny.
Titled: Play Battles
Blood and muscle
Pink and black
That was the day
She opened her eyes
A sight he struck
Corpses piled high
The taint of the dead
Drifting on smoky currents
He was there
Tall and yet young
Strong
She was there
White and a cyanide smile
They clashed and you watched
Young and so far from
Understanding
This connection
These feelings
He carried you from the ashes
Rose from the ground
Where cyanide lay
Time has passed
Will pass
The tinkle of bells
Marks it
Just as every new battle
The fierce warrior
Made of cyanide
Is gone
Or rather hiding
But you ignore that
In the favour of him
On his shoulders the world is
Yours
Ours
You think with a smile
A playground of people and figures
The squad that has grown on you
Grown on him
Become a family in it's
Bloodshed, and fighting
You are content in the
Training
Fighting
Feeling of being alive
Shared with the bells ringing on high
The feel of reaitsu thrumming
Paved streets
You tease and play
With all
Lead him on endless chases
Towards each new fight
Because he won't lose
Can't lose
Not with you beside him
High above the others
With the silver of bells beside you
Zaraki Kenpachi
The man who
Bequeathed you a name
Gave you a spirit
In turn
You named him well
And showed him light
In darkness
Together the game goes
On
Just as the battles begin
And end
I hope you all enjoyed see you in the next poem.
