The changing wind stirs my sight
A strong yet graceful warrior stands before me
I fear and loathe the smile she gives
For she knows of the future I cannot see
She has embraced what is coming
While I have continued to force it away
With proud eyes she looks upon me
And finally I understand
Why her presence terrorizes me
Again she smiles at me with recognition
For she has been where I know stand
She is what is to come
I now realize that she is the future

12/19/2002

Author's Note: And here is that poem I promised. If you happen to read this and also know who the lovely Tenou Haruka is, the meaning of the words should make sense. I hope to put up nine poems like this. Watch for them if you like this one and Ode.

Posted on 12/19/2002
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