flower by RinTaisho2

Flowers Must Die

Your blood watered the flowers of the now calm field.

Did you feel pain,

Pain I could never know in my strength.

Darkness kissed your usually ferruled brow.

And his screams could not rouse your spirit.

And how peaceful you looked finally...at peace.

And how broken you seemed

At peace.

He tried to take your limp form into his weak arms.

How much redder in contrast to his kimono your

Blood stained.

And the white of my own just browned,

It mingled with that of the dead opponent,

and the dead replica only wandered away.

Leaving your blood on his hands.

Your life ended then.

In the faint heart beats of breath,

And you could not say what you wished,

Knowing you, you'd already made clear your

Feelings.

And your silence was only to hear his reply.

He wanted my sword, how useless I claimed it to be,

How many times was it, that I cursed?

And now, now that it was lost to me,

My hand itched for it,

Only absence filled the gapping distance between us.

Indeed he thought his sword powerful,

Mightier even.

And here I stood, pulling him, bowed head and all

Away from your rested form.

His sword could not protect all that he loved.

And you would not live to see the slayer slain by her beloved brother,

And you would not see the monk lost to his own Kaazan, and you would never witness the fox demons transformation into a powerful Youkai, and you would

Not see the hanyou walk threw life as if it were he who fell.

What thoughts crossed your mind,

Before the arrow, much like your own tore into the thin flesh.

The flesh between your chest and your heart.

How easy you bruise,

How easy you trust and love

How easy you die.

And this is the useless fate of the whole useless race,

Working towards death all of you!

And even my own,

She will not meet such and end as this.

I am power! I am great! I am might! I am strength!

I am Lord Sesshomaru

And I am feared by all

But one, now...

Loved by one

Now....

And the faith you put into this boy,

The love and the trust, do you regret this?

I am holding him away from you,

You deserve to pass, without him clinging to your robes,

Without pain, without remorse.

Will you spirit return to your time,

Or to another dead body.

I cant feel my own tears, I cant summon them so easily as He does.

But your absence suffocates the air around me,

I must rise, away from him and their pleas to you.

The monk said a few words in prayer,

The slayer only turned away from the scene.

The Kitsune, you might have felt his anger, he left then,

And vowed revenge.

Where as the one you chose, only wept.

And he was stronger for it.

I shut your scent, your laughter your ease,

From me, and how much like a dead lily you appeared.

To soon had you been uprooted,

And to late replanted.

The sun darkens,

And I must go, away from the smell of your blood,

From the pit of his guilt.

We both failed that day,

And you paid for the mistake.

With grace you passed.

Allowing darkness to kiss your brow,

And light to smooth your heart,

And death to take your soul.

At peace,

You were at peace,

How am I to answer Rin's question.

I don't know where peace is,

and neither will the hanyou.

And all flowers eventually die.