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Ivy Snow



Disclaimer: However much I would like to take Sorata, wrap a bow around his head, and take him home, I do not own X/1999.

Author's Notes: *sigh* This is a little poem that popped into my head one evening after my shower. It was written in approximately ten minutes, meaning that the flow and wording are probably quite awkward. The emotions that came with it were breathtaking however, so I would like to post it anyway. ^^ I would like to convert this into a one-shot, but don't have time at the moment says it is...um... midnight? I'll vent my emotions in poem format and work on something more substantial tomorrow. It's from Arashi to Sorata. ^^ Enjoy!




They say that eyes are the windows to the soul
So why are mine so empty?
I touch the cold, glass mirror
And see only a shell
A vessel of great, terrible power
The shadow of a goddess
Ise
You Sorata, with a soul so bright
It's like looking at the sun
What do you see in my eyes?
Do you see the illusion of a woman?
The priestess?
A Dragon?
Or something that I do not?
I see only emptiness
What did you see and love?