Yami no Matsuei

A scent of lilies, cloying, sweet —
A portent of Muraki's feet,
A curse that's written on the flesh
Wakes up all yesterday's were ashed.

He sees the marks, the welts, the scars
That bloom beneath the cloth, afar.
A curse that's written on his bone —
The trap, the vengeance of his own.

Their paths of life were ended, closed;
They both as partners were composed.
Tsuzuki's riddle, doctor's aim,
Hisoka's witness, just a prey.

So, side by side they walk the gloom.
Both seeking freedom, both — their own,
Both covered doctor's ghastly art,
But try to save each other's heart.

The fire feeds, the building falls,
But doctor's laugh still through the halls.
The scars remain upon the skin —
The curse inside and still within.

A scent of lilies still around
Disturbs the riddle and the wound...
No final death, no closed decide,
Just open ways on either side.


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