Silent Currents

A quiet tide against a desolate shore,

Carrying memories of those here no more.

A mismatched haori of patterned grief,

A silent soul with no hope of relief.

I stand in the stillness while rivers run deep,

Guarding the promises I failed to

keep.

Flow like the stream through the darkest of nights,

A calm in the middle of terrifying fights.

Eleventh Form—where the ocean grows still,

A clear, quiet reflection of unbreakable will.

They call me a Pillar,

but I stand alone,

Carrying burdens carved into stone.

Sabito’s courage, my sister's soft grace,

Shadows of heroes I cannot replace.

I thought I was weak,

a unworthy mistake, A hollow survivor left only to ache.

But a fire kindled in a young demon’s eyes Reminded my spirit

that water must rise.

No longer running, no longer in shade,

I answer the call with the edge of my blade.

Let the torrent wash over the blood and the pain,

I’ll protect every life that is left to remain.

The surface turns calm as the battle subsides,

A quiet observer where tranquility bides.

The river keeps moving,

constant and slow...

Never stop flowing.