Author's Note: This was written for Halloween. This is from Kurapika's point of view and is addressed to his deceased twin sister, who is a banshee.
I. Twin
I wish you stayed the yarn our Mother spun
To sweeten dreams. She often said I was
By accident a solitary son,
Not meant to live as me but thrive as us.
She spoke about a pear inside her gut,
Which swelled to fit the double seeds within:
The first unfurled and clambered up the cut,
The second never woke or left her skin.
Unbirthed, you were nothing but a ghost,
An absence of companions for cold days.
You were the daughter Mother missed the most
While I the blight so blessed to share her face.
You bastardized a rule you must not bend.
Your rash return, it heralded the end.
II. Banshee
The day of my departure from our clan,
I saw you washing fabric at a stream.
The crimson of a tabard stained your hand
And bled into your eyes — a scarlet gleam.
Your russet hair, it fluttered as you shook
Though not as hard as my heart beat inside.
Your features echoed details of my look —
Resemblance too unreal to be denied.
Your ceaseless wailing pierced my ears for miles,
Invaded many tossing, turning nights.
Behind me, bodies stiffened in their piles,
Their empty sockets swindled of their sights.
Perhaps I should have heeded all your signs
And cheated Death of sinister designs.
