His attire pristine
White and red flapping in breeze
I wish he was mine

The battle was nigh
my close friends struggling badly
even I had doubts

However he came
Regally, honorably
to help us battle

After much hardship
Naraku was dead and gone
We were in much shock

I look upon him
and wonder if he might leave
but still he remains

His amber gaze cold
Assessing the aftermath
they fall upon me

I freeze in his path
and find it not so chilling
comforting instead

The once stoic lord
seems not to hate humans so much
or at least not me

And I find myself
intrigued that he feels the same
My heart flutters so

I had always known
of my secret obsession
perhaps he knew too

On the battlefield
I lay in its dark abyss
patiently waiting

My flesh scarred and torn
but hanging desperately
to protect a jewel

He must have noticed
amber eyes holding respect
down upon my soul

I feel my heart bleed
and he seems to sense my pain
rushing to my side

"Silver youkai lord"
I cry out within his arms
and look at his eyes

Very beautiful
I wish my last breath longer
he grows quite concerned

I feel his embrace
my eyes blurry with hot tears
wanting not to die

It is destiny
as I clutch the Shikon jewel
I wish for them all

For their happiness
for them to love so freely
for their peace of mind

I whisper sadly
"I love you Sesshoumaru"
and feel my life pass

'I feel no regret
even though I never felt
his lips upon mine.'