Sword Lady: Hello! This is a poem written about Ha'ru. There's a short intro to set you up for the poem.

*To set the stage: a room with two doors on opposite walls. In come two boys, one from each door. They walk to the center of the room and this is their conversation.

"Wanna bet I could beat you?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Shut up you weakling!"

"Not much of a greeting."

"Damn it stop rhyming!"

"So how is my timing?"

"I said to just shove it!"

"What a true lack of wit."

"Go to hell you punk!"

"Is all you say junk?"

"You wanna die now?"

"Oh, do tell me how."

"That's it, let's fight!"

"Come try if you might."

"God you're slow, do you need a cane?"

"No more than you could have worse aim."

As one can see, they don't get along,

That's why the idea is just plain wrong.

Black and White are never together,

One Ha'ru is more than most can weather.

So thank God, after this little rhyme,

That they only show up, one at a time.