InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pixie cutter ❯ She: her own demon ( Chapter 8 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-yasha or any of the characters. But the poems in these fics are completely original albeit with a touch of inuyasha.
{credit for this poem gopes completely to my GF rose… Please R&R}
{kikyo stands hidden in the trees, watching always present. With Naraku missing and demons of varying power are making them self known now that the most powerful has gone missing. But her presence has not gone unnoticed, for Inu-yasha's powerful nose has already picked up her sent, long before she was even near them. At this moment kagome is struck with the sudden urge to write, and she does. This is her poem about kikyo}
She: Her own demon
Her brows are a patchwork,
of her fading hope,
she sees threads unravel,
unable to cope.
The doubt that entwines her,
within her vacant soul,
herself formed an enemy,
who from within her controls.
Her spirit escapes her,
a demon now endures,
the passionless apathy,
from her sanity lures.
With cold hearted might,
she releases the pain,
knowing this empty shell
never shall fight again.
Each thought formed to harm her,
in pretentious clay,
made with her own secret poison,
a stale vessel turned gray.
To form her new mask,
she now pours the mould,
using all the self hate,
her heart used to hold.
She pours her own potion,
from within her iced heart,
with this forgotten disgust,
a transformation to start.
of her fading hope,
she sees threads unravel,
unable to cope.
The doubt that entwines her,
within her vacant soul,
herself formed an enemy,
who from within her controls.
Her spirit escapes her,
a demon now endures,
the passionless apathy,
from her sanity lures.
With cold hearted might,
she releases the pain,
knowing this empty shell
never shall fight again.
Each thought formed to harm her,
in pretentious clay,
made with her own secret poison,
a stale vessel turned gray.
To form her new mask,
she now pours the mould,
using all the self hate,
her heart used to hold.
She pours her own potion,
from within her iced heart,
with this forgotten disgust,
a transformation to start.