by R Amythest

Author's note: Ok, I know that Bakura died from Yami Malik, not his Yami, but I like it this way- I have more to blame Yami B for! Anyway, I AM good at poems, do don't hink I copied this- This is 100% my work. Now, you might get really sad, but, hey, it IS angst... Also, the whole thing is in Ryou's viewpoint.

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I knew there would be an unpleasant scene,
As soon as I reached the grass so green,
With my Yami looking ever-so-mean,
That gave me a punch, jabbing my spleen.

He tore at me with blinding speed,
Needless to say, I continued to bleed;
My Yami had endless greed,
Never thinking what I may need.

He left me after a while,
The threat sounding like it was from a mile,
My blood around me in a scattered pile,
It seemed like I bled enough to fill the Nile.

As he left I though,
If it was power he sought,
Why was it me he caught?
I had countless lessons he 'taught.'

As the familiar metallic smell wafted in the air;
Red blood soaking my hair;
As I grew deeper into despair;
My spirit was broken- beyond repair.

The last thought that crossed my mind,
The one thought I won't leave behind;
My vision is blurry and I'm almost blind,
But one thought before I reclined.

Even if it's the way it ends,
I always still have my friends,
There's a sound message it sends,
With friends a spirit may mend.

But they were not here;
My end was near;
A drop trickled down to my ear-
My last tear.