A/N: Written for the 100_poems challenge on livejournal, poem 77/100 and day 26.
Character Poems: the Chosen through Time
27. Daimon Masaru
He was so used to having
his fists fight for him
that sometimes he forgot
how it felt – when the heart
was the one fighting
But now, it was his heart that fought
more than his fists, and his knuckles
were all the more sore because of it.
It was fine though, because his fists alone
could only go so far; it was the heart
that gave them strength: an unbreakable will
he put behind his hands
and slight sores were better
than busting his knuckles
on another's head.