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Somewhere a corpse
full of magic, full of chaos
spits out her destiny –
into a pink glass ball
She is a simple village girl – no more
power flickers in her blood
tickles her bones and makes her cold hands
luke-warm
it glows
and harbors an ominous fate
the fate of someone who loses her womanhood
but gains respect
in this time, she knows
the two are not interchangeable
Destiny becomes vindictive
but she knows what she must do –
she is a woman without love
and miko of duty – a protector and preserver
of Life.
She watches children play and grow
and as arrows fly to slay
she protects their innocence once more
and over and over again
Under her magic – an unconditional love
of Life – she is the catalyst
so husbands and wives can be
mothers and fathers – and
grandmothers and grandfathers
and their children can be husbands and wives
someday – just the same
The seasons revolve on –
her actions, her strength
her purity is the proof that life can go on
She takes in the pain meant for them
her tired arrows, her drops of blood, her scars, her tears
are the blankets of their peace
the monsters mean them cruelty
she stands to defy them, to embrace them
she is a priestess meant for peace –
a hero that weighs all suffering
unto her own
and she tries not to mind it
but –
The moment she stumbled unto Gold
the woman inside her
shivered
awake
and she meant nothing
for the rest of her life
but to be alone – to be misunderstood
to have nothing so that others could have
something
But his yellow eyes, his silver hair
his sorrow – his loneliness
she wanted to save
just for herself
she thought that maybe –
he could save her
too
it sickened her, grasped her
delighted her in ways she'd never let
herself enjoy
She could change them – make it
better
and she could bring them
together
she would hand him her pink glass fate
and grant him a wish
the purest
dream
'Be with me. We can be something.
We won't be alone.
We'll be together.'
Love was timid, unsure, new, some other kind
of holy - something
fresh and easy
to be betrayed
She called his name, in love
in desire
in happiness
in confidence
in anger
Her blood was shed
And she wondered if she could
trust
ever again
in the next life
someone who had claws.
'You betrayed me.'
And she burned in death, restless
morose
and destiny burned within her
and became someone else's
the truth of lies was
500 years
Away
Into a rewound fate
a weave of time that had frayed
haphazardly
she had to weave it back together
all on her own
Alone
Even though she was alive
she was not really human
she wasn't really the same
either
but, she was still herself
no partial soul could cheapen her
with that
Even though he was alive
too
he was still not very human
he wasn't the same either
his loyalty shaken
Love was fickle
it drew away for something
shiny and
familiar
but new
'You choose her over me?'
A carbon copy of her missing youth
a sliver of the peace
she never earned
Somewhere in her false life
she was still a saint
she was still a hero to many
she died and was risen again
to blanket the peace of husbands and wives
and of children
Darkness continued to be tucked away
Truths were gray
Revenge was stagnant
In this life her duty
was clear
and it would not be for
a man
nor for his love
Her destiny had always been
caught
in a spider's web
Her purity would be
the scythe to free her
to save them all
to put many souls to
rest
to teach a young girl to
inherit
her will, her magic, her fortitude
her journey
it would not be a journey
that would truly end
but she - would
as a woman
in his arms
her legacy - a waiting whisper
a simmering power in the wake
And she would rise again
to meet them
to love him
to help her
And to take her one true
betrayer
with her
To hell
And a pure
pink jewel fades
and up come their smiles
their resolve
her vengeance
And she will be remembered
as
the miko who gave them
purity
and peace and strength
that came from
the unwavering
deep
All of them, even him, will
remember Kikyou
by the drying
of their tears.
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