Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ A Different View ❯ Disfigured Shadows ( Chapter 2 )
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Disfigured Shadows
You sat in a chair the belongs to a desk
Writing dead love letters
To someone you once knew;
To someone who is long gone;
The tiny flame that came from
A scented candle,
Casting an alluring aroma,
Lit up the dark room
Like a phoenix's fiery mane
Lit up a dungeon;
Illuminating your red face;
Shadows dancing across your desk
As your imagination once again
Breaks through the lock and key to the
Cell that you placed it in
And now your attention is focused on
The two shadows that resembles
A man and a woman;
The woman - you
The man - someone of whom you cannot remember
Why oh why can you not remember
Who he is?
For some reason,
Your heart clenches
Like vines to an old house
And you can't seem to find
A reason why;
You ever so desperately wanted to cry
But the tears didn't seem
To want to come out and play;
But you gasped as the
Shadow leaned down unto the
Maiden and placed a fair kiss upon her lips.
The woman wept and wept and sank to her knees
As the man ran away
Taking her heart with him
Somewhere I the back of your mind,
You thought that that scene seemed familiar to you,
But the more you thought about it,
The more pain you felt
And just when you were sure that you were about to unravel something
That seemed important,
Your head hit the dirty desk
In a loud clunk
And you clutched your head in your hands
And wished away the memories
That you tried to unlock
And your eyes slipped closed
As you took in the disfigured shadow
That wept on your desk
For the final time
As the moon decided to come out
And let your bathe in its warmth.
This was supposed to be a Rukia and Kaien poem, but hardly anybody reads those.
I do not own Bleach.
Before I, hopefully, get reviews asking about the ending, the moon doesn't give off warm light, meaning, she's dead. Get it? If not, review and I'll let you know!
Thanks again.
P.s. I hate the way that set the paragraphs up!