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By Autumn Child Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any character from Sailor Moon. Rated: Hard to say. Definitly PG-13. Deals with death Pen Name:Autumn Child Notes: This is a poem about Hotaru dieing when Misstress Nine came out and Sailor Pluto Had to kill her. It's sad. Happy Birthday, Amara! My Dearest Hotaru : I looked at you,lying there My child. You were so young,so filled with hopes and dreams. You wanted much out of your life. But you were not ment to live. There was a fource greater then you. A force that needed to be killed. We mourn for you. Every day gets longer and harder. Your mother is watching me. Oh, how she can not sleep.Eat. Do anything like she use to. Your aunt, the one who was forced to take your life has gone and taken her own. She could not live with the idea of your death. Hotaru, you were my life. My joy. My light. You were my daughter. My little girl. Yet you held the end of the world in your tiny, frail body. You alone were the Apocolps. No, Hotaru. You did not die in vain. I look out the window every day. I see the sun. It smiles like you use to. I see the flowers. The rain. The breeze. It all reminds me of how things were. You were such a bright, happy, good child. Never got into any trouble. You and your friends. Always giggling like small girls do. I your father, always worried for you. Sad, knowing one day a boy may take you away from me. But none of that came true. The force was once agen brought out. Oh,God, Hotaru! How I wish I could have died so you could have lived. But I relised. It wasn't you. You had died already. The force killed you. All that was left was a shell of who you had been. Instead of the sweet little girl was now any anger, viouse being who cared nothing for nobody. A being who would have destroyed the world with one breath. And so, you, or rather, the beast died. When I saw your body lying ther, limp, on the ground I remembered the child you once were. And I mourned. Your Father, Amara Tenoh |
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