


Vague Remembrance of Yellowing Papers

by Fancy



Category: Utena
Genre: Angst, Poetry
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2002-03-02
Updated: 2002-03-02
Packaged: 2013-05-08 17:42:34
Rating: K
Chapters: 1
Words: 378
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/634000/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/99660/Fancy
Summary: Well, well, here's a good dose of megalomania for you... Anthy/Akio poetry, gotta love it.





	Vague Remembrance of Yellowing Papers

1 Vague Remembrance of Yellowing Papers  
  
I want to see the world in sepia tones.  
  
I want to feel the rasp of a hot wind across bare arms.  
  
I want to hear the carrion crows screaming through the sky.  
  
I want to smell miles and miles of sand.  
  
I want to taste the smoke on the back of my tongue.  
  
I want a vision of rusted gates in the shape of your heart.  
  
I want the sensation of iron red poppies brushing against fingertips.  
  
I want the sound of metal grinding metal as swords clash to complete me.  
  
I want the rich scent of blood in my nostrils.  
  
I want the salt of your fingers in my mouth.  
  
I want the trees and plants bent to my will.  
  
I want their fear to cover me like armor.  
  
I want the will to move mountains and crumble buildings.  
  
I want the power to shatter souls.  
  
I want to own the stars… and crumble them all to dust.  
  
I want the Gates of Night to open only for me.  
  
I want to smile as the pieces scatter.  
  
I want to laugh at who is victorious over Death.  
  
I want them all to bow at my feet.  
  
I want to have your body laid out in a coffin of its own.  
  
I want to steal your breath in the dead of night, when nothing else exists.  
  
I want you to contain me, keep me from feeling the edge.  
  
I want to poison your body so that it matches your soul.  
  
I want the arrows to pierce deep, and I want your blood to run shallow.  
  
I want a quiet house among the hills.  
  
I want a mansion set in rolling green hills, under blue skies.  
  
I want a great castle among rolling emerald hills melded to skies blue enough to make your head whirl.  
  
But I have only the fading memory of pleasure and the vague smell of that flower.  
  
Only morning sun, and ice, and boxed lunches.  
  
Only enough power to hold on to _her_.  
  
And that's nearly enough.  
  
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A dose of the megalomaniacal, there. But don't worry, it's good for you. =D Or at least it hasn't been proven to hurt you.  
  
darkling@aboutmontana.net 


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