Summery: A poem dedicated to Hibari Kyoya
Soldier I See
Your eyes are old, dear General.
What horrors have you seen?
Galaxies swirl in your silvery irises,
Both of them looking at me.
Each breath you take poisons you a little,
Slowly destroying your lungs.
Dear General, you stand on the front lines,
Unafraid of gunfire flying past.
Dear General, do you think yourself immortal?
Or do you perhaps wish to die?
Your hands are rough and calloused,
Your skin decorated with scars.
Might I touch them lovingly,
And ask you gain no more?
But battle thrives within your blood,
Chaos and Order both fight in your name.
You breath with tired breath, my dear.
Dear General who knows nothing else.