I. From Kurapika to His Mother
Dear Mother, I regret all instances
I wriggled from the warmth of your embrace
And smothered sobbing urges with success,
All childishness regarded with disgrace.
I yearn for gentle fingers on my head,
A home where I can rest myself afresh.
The love I took for granted is now dead:
Mere bones encased in earth, no longer flesh.
I swear I'll cast your captors to the dark,
To gnashing demon teeth that won't abate,
Restrained in vengeful chains, and then embark
Toward the hallowed heavens where you wait.
I wonder if you're gazing down with pride
Or horror at my monstrousness inside
II. From Kurapika's Mother to Her Son
My spitting image, spitfire of a son
Whom I raised to reject archaic rule,
Alone now that our clan has swiftly gone,
The wider world converted to your school:
I know temptation beckons you toward
A double-ended stake with fatal flaws
But understand the path to heaven's hard,
Devoid of judgment by chain-twisted laws.
You won't betray your parents, rest assured,
By forming a new family you choose,
And Pairo urges you, with sight all cured,
To love whom you're most dreading you can lose.
This mother's pride is more than I can say;
We'll reunite, but that day's far away.