Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Tears ❯ Nature's ballad ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
DISCLAIMERS- I don't own the show I don't own the characters with in it. I do own the song no matter how short it might be.

Hiei sits in a tree as he stares into the window. He could see the tears streaming down the faces of all the mourners. The wind begins to blow. It's icy chill wraps around his small frame making him shiver. The trees bend manafesting the simply noise of everyday wind into a sad lonely melody, Hiei hugged his knees tightly to his chest and sings the words...

"You were perfect, too perfect and the whole world could see.
You were perfect much to perfect something I could never be."

"Your touch was like a song that soothed my dark soul.
Now your gone and the fires of my heart shall forever burn cold."

"Your sweet words, a lover's confession will always dance in my mind,
I didn't believe you for broken promises and foolish pride had made me blind."

"You were perfect, too perfect that was all my eyes could see.
You were perfect much too perfect how could you have ever loved me?"

" I ignored the words you whispered the night I let you hold me.
You said, 'There will never be a day you wouldn't console me.' "

"The moments our lips touched and our bodies became interlaced.
All emotions ran wild and your eyes never once left my face."

"But you're perfect too perfct that is all I could say.
You're perfect much too perfect and you wiped the tears away."

"I pushed back the feeling of completion you had brought to my soul.
I denied my own desires and the passion my heart needed to hold."

"Now alone I cry in deep silence and in pain.
I realized too late with me you always will remain."

"But you were perfect too perfect, that all my heart could see
You were perfect much too perfect....and yet....

....you still loved me."

The house is dark now all the people have come and gone. The sun casts it fading lights. In the shadowed branchs of a giant tree, one figure remains the tears flow so freely from his eyes that if you were to listen the gems sound like summer rains as they fall to ground.