Birth of Kitsuko the Dragonstar
Kitsuko huh?,
Of course she’s special,
Before her first few poems,
She was just another little voice,
A voice I pushes so deep to hide from,
Another voice I held deep love yet Animosity for,
That day she came to me like another giddy girl,
“TOHRU TOHRU what’s a poem?”
She asked innocently and I shrugged,
To just point to her heart and laughed playfully,
And replied,
“The voice of your heart”
I said as I turned to the sun,
Question after question she kept asking,
Like a another nuisance I’d push away but didn’t,
Something about her questions I’d saposed,
Poem after Poem she’s grew to become so strong,
She’s manifested to such a charming being,
Line after line it’s like she’s dragging me,
From the miserable “Tohru Morningstar”
To some joyous princess set free from her cage,
It’s as if with Evry pice of wiring made,
She would be dragging me on a date,
A date with every last one consisting of one thing,
A slow ballroom dance with me in her arms,
As she hold me close and comforts me,
From my pain,
From all my agony,
From all my traumas,
Holding me close like something precious.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
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