• Twin towers of onyx gleam by the moon.
    Two hooded figures_stare and loom.
    Their weapons appear, one black ,one white.
    Leaping,ablood_dance in the night.
    Steal meets steal, sparks fly.
    wounds wide open,crimson tears cry.
    One runs on anger, hatered, and spite.
    Another hungers for thrill of the fight.
    Shreeks of the Battle cry filters the streets.
    First a glistening red puddle.
    2nd barely on his feet.
    adrinalin dies so does his anger.
    he kneals beside the dead stranger.
    a prayer said,his sword placed in the ground.
    Rukia fades, without a sound...