So many hands reach out to me.
These hands symbolize something good,
Why do you appear among them,
She reminds me much of you
That is. The princess that will choose one world to save.
Why couldn't it have been mine?
A world that I never knew.
Memories that when I grasp they slip through my fingers
Pale crystals of dirt crumble to be swept away.
Blue hair, black eyes.
They threatened her there.
It resounds within.
One word in her tongue; the other in mine.
Meaning. What does it mean.
Royal daughter, cherished, loved.
Not quite a mother yet.
Kaguya? Is that what you are to me?
My, precious princess?
Yosh! Here is my ridiculously sappy and bad poem for Planet Ladder. Every since I finished the series I've been wanting to write a story. I may do an AU. I'm not quite sure yet. growls
Zel no Miko: bows Please excuse her. She is still recovering from a blow she received at the fanfiction panel she attended at Anime Boston. Fortunately the panelists never got to the subject of Aus but some Digimon ficcer made a comment on AUs. That's not even mentioning what genre fiction is generally thought of in the world of English majors. GET IT TOGETHER YOU STUPID WHORE!