| ****Disclaimer**** I do not own Sailor Moon and I am not making any money from this. Sailor Moon is the property of Naoko Takeuchi and Kodansha. ****************** A.N.: I wrote this poem for English class, and my brother said it was good. He suggested that I post it on the net, so here it is! It's about Sailor Venus in the Silver Millenium, according to the manga. Some things might be off, and lots left out, but hey, it's a ballad. The purpose is to tell a simple story leaving out details. So anyway, hope you enjoy! You can check out my webpage on http://minakofics.bannerless.com/ *Everlasting Love* by: Minako01 (minako01@hotmail.com) I stand and wait their arrival, with my princess at my side My comrades are right behind me, our queen just bursting with pride The horses are heard galloping, one man ahead of them all He gets off of his dark stallion, looking handsome, dark and tall Prince Endymion is this man's name, my princess' heart he took Their love would be forever strong, easily seen with one look Four guardians my princess has, the leader of them is me Four guardians does this prince have, the leader looking at me My heart flutters My head clutters Love overtaking me Kunzite the leader of the guard, he becomes my counterpart Our friendship soon blooms into love, from first sight he took my heart Blissfully happy us two are, forever we were to be Never thinking for one moment, that we were not meant to be My heart flutters My head clutters Love overtaking me The love of my life betrays me, my heart and soul are now gone My princess still needs protecting, so I must learn to live on Duty had kept us together, now duty breaks us apart I stand defending my princess, ignoring my broken heart "Serenity!" my queen yells out, my head looks around to see My princess is right behind me, surrounded by blood red sea A laughing is heard behind me, my love enjoying my grief My sword comes out to avenge her, my heart like a fragile leaf My heart flutters My head clutters But my love is not him Clash and clang our battling swords, I can hear my queen crying Clash and clang neither of us stops, but soon I feel myself flying Rising, a surge of strength flows through, I feel my sword reaching out I feel pain as my sword goes through, each other we stabbed no doubt Painfully lying on the ground, I slowly crawl to my love Taking his hand into my own, I prepare to go above I hear the battle continue, my comrades down long ago I surrender to the darkness, holding my love and my foe. *The End* |