Disclaimer: I own not Chrono Crusade.
Author's Note: I shouldn't be writing poems. I should be finishing a present for my Onee-san, or working on a Double Trouble update. But no—I had to write this. Sorry guys. . . the mental pictures of Rosette and Chrono in their winter coats and mittens in a candy store. . . it was too much for me to resist. XD
Ah well. In any case, please enjoy!
PS. This one is dedicated to my Grandie, who wanted a poem for her birthday. Sorry it's a fanfic poem, Grandie—I hope you don't mind too much!
In a little candy store
Not too far from New York's bay
In a time before the present
On a bright, crisp winter's day
Stood a girl and stood a boy
—One in blue and one in red—
With a tiny sack of silver coins
And looks that clearly said:
"Oh, which sweet here should I choose
When they all appear so good?"
With a frown and with a sigh
The pair straightened where they stood
Keeping eyes and noses pressed
To the glass of the display
Taking in the sights and smells
Of the candy where it lay
In those shiny tins and boxes,
In cans full of paper gold
In jars of crystal suckers
All just waiting to be sold.
Purple, orange, white, and pink
Chocolates brown and mints of green
Swirls of milk and blocks of caramel
In a cotton candy dream.
Both the girl and little boy
Seemed astounded by the store
And they couldn't quite decide
Of which treat they wanted more.
Should he choose the licorice?
Should she choose the colored dots?
Should they lean towards something sour,
Or perhaps towards something hot?
There was silence full of humming
Bitten mouths tugged tight in frowns
Then the candy man said something
That flipped their musings upside-down
"Why don't you choose a favorite
With a new or different twist?
Instead of taking a new treat—
Instead of such a risk—
I find I like the tang of old
When feeling stuck like this."
Both the girl and boy considered
Staring at the gentleman
Then the one with eyes of scarlet
Gently brushed his best friend's hand.
With a start and with a smile
With a fist upon her hip
The girl turned to face her partner—
But was greeted with his lips.
The action left her quite surprised
—This sudden, shy embrace—
But she soon began reacting
Pressing closer to his face.
For a long and fleeting moment
The whole world just disappeared
And there was no candy shop
Nor a man there with a beard—
Just a couple who was kissing,
Feeling neither shamed nor weird
As all worries of rejection fled
And were no longer feared.
Then with a silent sort of sigh—
His heels re-touching ground—
The blushing boy grinned happily
And slowly turned around.
"I would like rock candy, please.
In cherry would be nice.
I checked my sources and it seems
That flavor's just 'bout right.
It's sugary and tangy
Like a candied summer night.
It tingles like her laughter does,
And her yells from when we fight."
So with a chuckle and a beam
The man secured a stick,
Then gave it to the blushing boy
As the girl made clear her pick:
"I think I'll take some strawberries—
The ones with chocolate cream.
They're sweet and soft and savory;
They taste like springtime dreams.
And the colors tell a story—
Like the ones he told to me—
About the devil in the darkness
Who chose to be set free."
Then with their purchases all wrapped
And payment on the stand
The pink-cheeked boy and flushing girl
Left smiling, hand in hand.