Mamoru
Rating: PG. TO PG-13 (deals with death)
Author: Lady Hiko

Mamoru,
You were supposed to be the protector of Earth,
But where are you when I'm giving birth?

I try to forget, but you're no longer in the living land,
For death has grabbed you by your giving hand.

We were supposed to be together,
To live on forever and ever,
Until you died in this horrible weather.

I was only 8 mos. along,
My belly button looked like a temple gong.

A yoma came intent to take my life,
A rose you threw to make it think twice.

I could not call upon my transformation,
Not with all my impregnation.

So as Tuxedo Kamen you fought,
Used every lesson you had learned and taught.

You called out: Tuxedo la Smoke la Bomber,
Though the yoma didn't seem too somber.

I tried to call others but it was too late,
As the yoma ran out through the gate.

Away into the street the yoma flew in a flash,
While above thunder began to boom and crash.

Then the rain came pouring down,
So hard you could hear nary a sound.

After the yoma away you flew,
A rose again thrown, your aim quite true.

In the middle of the yoma's forehead your rose did smash,
And into you a car did crash.

Out of your mouth, drops of blood did sputter,
As words of comfort you tried to utter.

Out came the driver so scared and quick,
I did a double take before my senses came to quip.

Kenji-papa was thine slayer's name,
Though I still try to convince myself the rain's to blame.

He came up to you and shuddered,
While all I could do was sit by you and stutter and blubbered.

When the ambulance came,
You were already pronounced dead by name.

And when they concluded Tuxedo Kamen was gone,
The reporters acted as if they knew all along.

And when they figured out you were my Mamo-chan,
They figured out the identities of Rei, me, Makoto, Minako, and Ami-chan.

They hounded me for the next month or so,
And now all I really want to do is go.

And now that our child has been given her name,
I'll leave her to be raised by the one to blame.

You were the love of my life,
Though in the scheme of things, my feelings are all to trife.

Still I cannot love another,
Or last through another day of thunder.

And as I take this one sip,
My fingers on the bottle begin to slip.

Thoughts of chasms,
And my back begins its spasms.

Shadows dance among the walls,
As I feel myself begin to fall.

I think of all the things that I will miss,
Though I know I won't miss, my heart's abyss.