[A/N:] Hello, everybody. I just watched Princess Mononoke last night and thought it was a great film. I watched it again this morning……….not yet obsessed, but on my way to being one………. ^_^*
"Why Does he Smile?"
"When the morning comes, I see you………"
The sun rises and yet the forest still sleeps
It dies and it grows.
The cycle of life
Throughout all this insanity there is only one thing that I'm certain of.
Him.
At night I belong to the forest, I belong to the wild. The wolves.
At day I wander because I know he is there down below.
Why does he help them?
Damn his kind heart.
Me? I'm needed at home, the trees need me………
But I want more.
Why doesn't he just stay with me? It'd be so much easier
Then traveling back and forth across the balance
He doesn't hate what he is. He is the one who has accepted his fate.
Of what had become of him
The scar will remain.
But if he doesn't hate,
Then why must I?
I want to believe that I'm not human, the girl of the wolf tribe
Then why does Ashitaka's hushed murmurs call my heart?
To speak softly towards me,
To save my life,
To hold me?
Why does he smile when he looks upon my face?
~*~
"San!"
He calls me early in the morning.
"San, where are you?"
I stand up and follow his voice, emerging from the growing trees.
"I'm here, Ashitaka."
He smiles when he sees me. He always smiles. Why?
I know he loves me, even Mother had told me that
But he is human, and I am not.
We come from different lands; we MUST be different from one another.
There are ties that bind us to our own……..
I want to tell myself that we're different, we just are
It had to be that way.
~ * ~
"San, what's wrong?"
Ashitaka gets off his elk and comes towards me, the Wolf Princess.
He looks into my eyes and somehow I find that I can't face him.
Looking down at the grass, I ponder why I feel so vulnerable right now.
Will the human always be inside of me?
His curse had been lifted, his hands are free………
He holds me in his arms, comfortingly.
He lifts my head up with his hand upon my chin.
He smiles at me once again, perhaps we can win.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong, Ashitaka."
[A/N:] Well, how did it go? As you probably noticed, the style I used is neither poetry nor story-like. A combination of both, I guess, I'm just trying new writing techniques.
Please review and tell me what you think!