Spark

An angelic face

Carved in marble

A deadly beauty

A heart ice cold

A smiling face

With rosy skin

A friendly warmth

A heart of gold

Seperate were their paths

Till along came a sword

Clashing of brothers

A father's tomb

The sword drawn

Admireation

Attempted murder

Impending doom

She survived

His respect was earned

But she was just a lowly ningen

And already his brother's love

Aquainted but seperated

An understanding was formed

She stayed on the ground

He watched from above

Dreams by night

Thoughts by day

Eachother

Hidden infatuation

Her to melt him

Him as her anchor

Together

The miko and Killing Perfection