Megumi momo Posted January 12, 2004 Share Posted January 12, 2004 The sword is tainted red crimson falls off it's blade. This sword has seen many things but mostly it harnesess pain. The childish samurai whose fingers are bloody red, has been taken from happiness to slay those who refuse to obey. He is but a young boy, but his sword is more than child's play. As he grew he became harder and harder to control. He tried to find himself in that sea of red but he lost his soul. Now he attacks on impulse rather than feeling. Now he kills because he know nothing else to belive in. The woman who looks into his eyes and sees that young boy, has fallen in love with a killer. She knows he seeks antonment but knows not how to full fill it. She has watched him sleep with his sword and has seen the cherry blossom fall at his feet. But she cannot deny him for she hopes to believe. This woman looks at the cross-shaped scar that has destroyed his life, and whsipers I love you Kenshin the batossai. So was it good??? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Angelus_Necare Posted January 12, 2004 Share Posted January 12, 2004 that was pretty cool! Kenshin poetry is always the best! So what else inspired you to write it, or when did you think about it? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Megumi momo Posted January 12, 2004 Author Share Posted January 12, 2004 I've loved Kenshin since the first time i saw the episode called The Reverse-blade sword Vs The Zanbato. I write alot of fan-fiction Poetry about Kenshin. Enishi's anger is the best!! I just wrote that one here on the spot because i was wearing a Kenshin tee and i thought about when Kenshin was young!! thanks alot!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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