Nanatsu no Ko

Nana's Song

烏 なぜ啼くの 

(Mother crow, why do you squawk so?)

烏は山に 

(Because high on the mountain)

可愛い七つの

子があるからよ

(I have seven cute children.)

-

可愛 可愛と

("Cute, cute,")

烏は啼くの

(This mother crow sings)

可愛　可愛と

("Cute, cute,")

啼くんだよ

(Cries the mother crow)

山の古巣へ

(You should behold the old nest)

言って見て御覧

(On the mountain. There you'll see such)

丸い眼をした

いい子だよ

(Round-eyed, good children.)

Similes

Sometimes people

make the weirdest

similes

these days.

Things break.

Toys break.

People break.

Abused, torn,

stuffed animals,

dolls;

gaping cracks

down their sides,

with these

ironic

smiles

still plastered

on their face.

Beckett,

six years old,

standing at the

top

of the

staircase,

arms spread wide.

Still a child.

And red.

Blurred colours,

that

I

can't see;

too much

blood

in my eyes.

I was thinking;

'Good,

at least

he won't hurt

his own-

Oh wait.’

Sand brown hair,

shaking,

solemn, terrified, defiance.

One rake like grip

on his shoulder

is all it takes.

What I

remember most-

Our identical

wide,

panicked eyes.

My

slow reflexes.

His

expression,

as he's flung

literally across the room,

disappearing

into the darkness.

A single

sickening

CRACK!

from

the

foot

of the stairs.

Silence.

Things break.

Toys break.

People break.

How

is it possible?

To compare

living

beings

with those

abandoned, broken

stitches of fabric,

left

in a

corner.

Like I said;

sometimes,

people make

the weirdest similes,

these days.

And they're

usually

just

not

true.

Thalia attempts rhyming poetry.

My name is Violetpaw,

I am a cat,

also human,

but cats beat that! ^^

My hair is silver,

but mostly black,

they change a lot,

and I can't keep track (OTL)

I have some foes,

they're really insane,

they try TO KILL ME,

like U2E A. >.<

I must admit,

he has some class,

too bad for him,

that I kick %#$! ~