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This piece was made for Moonlight Flower's contest in 2006.
You see this piece there wituout signature at Moonlight Flower site, because when I posted it for the first time I did not add any watermarks. I thought it would ruin the picture.
People have taken advantage of that fact, so later I have added watermarks. I wish I have done it from the beginning.

July 08:

I've seen some of my work on photobucket without my permission.....
Look, giving link to this page is OK, but I don't give permission to re-upload my image elsewhere. When I give permission, it will be mentioned clearly with the art!!!!

EDIT (5/07): This piece has been stolen (taken and uploaded as someone else's) Though it was resolved, now I have changed the size and put my own watermark and seal.

This piece is made for a contest over at Moonlight Flower , but also a sequel to "Sesshoumaru and Rin: Meikai 1"
PLEASE FULL VIEW!!

This drawing is inspired by a panel in chapter 470, when Sesshoumaru drops his Tenseiga after saying to himself "She can't be saved?"

It was a small panel with just hands, (Sesshoumaru and Rin's) but the image really echoed with his earlier line about his arm being only for sword, and was memorable.
And it was the moment he began to "get it".....

Because in manga, a great scene is so often a sequence of smaller pictures, I wanted to make a single image dedicated to that scene.

Sesshoumaru and Rin are characters owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
This drawing is foo-dog's. Please do not redistribute.

has written a poem "The Only Power" to accompany this drawing.

Thank you for letting me post her poem here with my drawing.

The Only Power

I freeze.

Her stillness paralyzes me,
breath no longer
     brushing my cheek,
blood no longer
     flowing warm beneath my touch.
Heavy and dark,
an immutable ache leaches into me -
a poison - yearning and boiling my
need to howl
     out a challenge,
an unanswered call to powers I despise
     for remaining hidden,
     refusing to face my fury.

Death laughs.

This death is a stranger, one that does not
     keep the comfortable distance,
     but presses close,
weighting the air from my lungs.
Our enduring covenant abandoned,
I feel the betrayer’s blade slip skillfully
around armor and bone,
slicing a path for black echoes
bellowing into the dark space
     carved into my heart.
Mocking and bitter, death beckons me
     to that place
     where pain is irrelevant,
where I could look down at her body
and see nothing
but a casualty of chance.
I am tempted,
     the way familiar.

She cries.

One step forward
     to the promise of relief
and a wall of anguish rises before me –
     crumbling into my soul as I smash at it,
     desperate to move beyond.
I become trapped in a swelling
maelstrom of self-loathing,
swirling the remnants of my pride into
     her sorrowful wails,
crying out her torment that I would
     forget her so easily.
Frozen again, the tempest calms and
our sadness falls
around me -
     through me -
shredding me until I, too,
have become lost.

I hurt.

My vain attempts at self-protection
     wound us both –
     like a slap at her soul.
A dishonor.
Stunned, I allow myself to be
     swept into the void.
I am powerless to protect us -
     helpless to give life again.
I am useless.
My pain is the only power left to me.
Living with me now,
     it breathes on my cheek –
     flows in the beat of my heart.
For her memory –
     I will feel it.
For her honor –
     I will own it.

Please go to the original "The Only Power" to leave for comments and +favs on this poem!
Tell her how wonderful it is!!!

Description
This piece was made for Moonlight Flower's contest in 2006.
You see this piece there wituout signature at Moonlight Flower site, because when I posted it for the first time I did not add any watermarks. I thought it would ruin the picture.
People have taken advantage of that fact, so later I have added watermarks. I wish I have done it from the beginning.

July 08:

I've seen some of my work on photobucket without my permission.....
Look, giving link to this page is OK, but I don't give permission to re-upload my image elsewhere. When I give permission, it will be mentioned clearly with the art!!!!

EDIT (5/07): This piece has been stolen (taken and uploaded as someone else's) Though it was resolved, now I have changed the size and put my own watermark and seal.

This piece is made for a contest over at Moonlight Flower , but also a sequel to "Sesshoumaru and Rin: Meikai 1"
PLEASE FULL VIEW!!

This drawing is inspired by a panel in chapter 470, when Sesshoumaru drops his Tenseiga after saying to himself "She can't be saved?"

It was a small panel with just hands, (Sesshoumaru and Rin's) but the image really echoed with his earlier line about his arm being only for sword, and was memorable.
And it was the moment he began to "get it".....

Because in manga, a great scene is so often a sequence of smaller pictures, I wanted to make a single image dedicated to that scene.

Sesshoumaru and Rin are characters owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
This drawing is foo-dog's. Please do not redistribute.

has written a poem "The Only Power" to accompany this drawing.

Thank you for letting me post her poem here with my drawing.

The Only Power

I freeze.

Her stillness paralyzes me,
breath no longer
     brushing my cheek,
blood no longer
     flowing warm beneath my touch.
Heavy and dark,
an immutable ache leaches into me -
a poison - yearning and boiling my
need to howl
     out a challenge,
an unanswered call to powers I despise
     for remaining hidden,
     refusing to face my fury.

Death laughs.

This death is a stranger, one that does not
     keep the comfortable distance,
     but presses close,
weighting the air from my lungs.
Our enduring covenant abandoned,
I feel the betrayer’s blade slip skillfully
around armor and bone,
slicing a path for black echoes
bellowing into the dark space
     carved into my heart.
Mocking and bitter, death beckons me
     to that place
     where pain is irrelevant,
where I could look down at her body
and see nothing
but a casualty of chance.
I am tempted,
     the way familiar.

She cries.

One step forward
     to the promise of relief
and a wall of anguish rises before me –
     crumbling into my soul as I smash at it,
     desperate to move beyond.
I become trapped in a swelling
maelstrom of self-loathing,
swirling the remnants of my pride into
     her sorrowful wails,
crying out her torment that I would
     forget her so easily.
Frozen again, the tempest calms and
our sadness falls
around me -
     through me -
shredding me until I, too,
have become lost.

I hurt.

My vain attempts at self-protection
     wound us both –
     like a slap at her soul.
A dishonor.
Stunned, I allow myself to be
     swept into the void.
I am powerless to protect us -
     helpless to give life again.
I am useless.
My pain is the only power left to me.
Living with me now,
     it breathes on my cheek –
     flows in the beat of my heart.
For her memory –
     I will feel it.
For her honor –
     I will own it.

Please go to the original "The Only Power" to leave for comments and +favs on this poem!
Tell her how wonderful it is!!!