Poem by Matsuri, about Kari (me)
And one for you, too, Kari.
*strums a couple of times, and ontinues in his poem-song*
Kari,
light
of heart,
solemn
of Fayth.
Matsuri,
the Grand
Festival,
Dark
of Heart,
Dark
of Fayth.
Wolven
in Heart,
human
in Soul,
caressing
the Hearts
of those
around
her.
Together,
creatures
of the
Temptress
Night,
they
dance.
The
Endless
Waltz
of thier
Blood
that
runs
black
as thier
Desires.
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