Poetry (Ver.2) Options

[Yuki Fukurou]

Heh...it seems my small poetry thread here was deleted during the attack. Oh well.



Anyway...(considering that I'm sometimes obssessed w/the subj. of death)...I've decided to write another poem. (This...by far has got to be the best one I've written on the subject).



Death & Dying:



Death?such a scary fate & reality

And a hard way to accept.



We wish for our loved ones to be with us forever

But we know that cannot be.



We sometimes think life is unfair,

Yet it?s a lesson we have to learn.



It comes unexpectedly; we hardly notice it?s there,

Some people think it?s nothing, they really don?t care.



Yet once it happens, we can?t stop it,

The realization, the shock, the news?is just too much to bear.



We?re filled with a sense of emptiness & grief,

Like a stab through the heart, like our lives are incomplete.



Yet through the grief & despair comes a ray of hope

A hope to see them again, someday.



Death is like parting, but it won?t be forever

So don?t feel down & keep grieving.



Instead, remember them for all the good they?ve done,

How they impacted your lives.



Memories are your partner now; they?ll never die,

And even though they?re not with us physically, but in spirit?



There?s always a special place for them in our hearts.

[Yuki Fukurou]

Hmm...very interesting, Itena-chan.

Anyway...I just came up with this poem while reading the latest transliterated chapter of Vampire Knight volume 9 online. (Tried to make it from Kiryuu Zero's POV)

Sono Kao, Sono Chairoi Hitomi (That Face, Those Eyes)

I know I should hate her
For what she has now become
Yet even as she stands there before me
With my gun pointing at her?

Memories of her before that time
Still lurk within my mind.

Memories of her smile, her kindness
Memories of her gentle, caring heart.

Why can?t she just kill me to get it over with?
She has a more important task to deal with.
Yet, she still decides to stay by my side.
That gaze, that expression?

So sincere, unwavering
It still hasn?t changed.

Why does it bother me so?
What is causing me to feel so much anger towards her?

Is it because of that pureblood that with her?
Is it because another one of those pureblood beasts appeared again?

Or is it that pureblood who has taught her to have a gentle, caring heart towards all of us?

I realized that I?m no longer human?a beast in human form, just like them.

The problem isn?t with her?it?s with myself.
It?s those arms that I can never seek that prevent me from leaving.
Sooner or later, my fears might come to pass, and she will eventually fear me.
But even still?how will I ever be able to forget?

Will I ever be able to forget?the past?
Or am I just a prisoner?

A prisoner that recalls that face?and those brown eyes.

That face and those eyes that gaze that is so sincere and unwavering
Which has never ceased to give me strength.

She makes me feel safe that it feels cruel?
And even as she stands in front of me, scythe in hand
With my gun pointed at her?

Her gaze?sincere and unwavering as before, as she looks at me?

It?s as though nothing has changed.