The Day Haruhi Died
Kyouya
shed a tear
(The
first that Tamaki had seen
Ever
since that day he played)
And
had set his notebook aside
Someone
had taken a peek
And
saw that a page entitled Haruhi's
Debt
Had
been clumsily erased
Mori
said more than he had ever said
Great
things burst from his lips
As
he was the noble preacher
At
the gloomy funeral
Hunny
was wearing colors of mourning
His
once youthful face of joy
Shrouded
in the darkness of sorrow
And
matured by his daily grief
Hikaru
disappeared for days
And
was found by Kaoru
In
the church that Haruhi had hidden in
When
it had started raining
The
Hitachiins stood there facing each other
As
the thunder ripped through the silence
There
was thunder again
But
no Haruhi to protect
Tamaki
had paid for everything
The
flower, the coffin, the church
He
watched with Ranka day and night
Forever
praying that he would awake
From
this realistic nightmare
Renge
had ushered everyone
Every
girl that had loved the Host Club
They
cried tears of anguish
Moaned
their sadness and woe
Silent
prayers were willingly lain
They
made a festival of pain
Everyone
in the church had cried
The
day Haruhi died
A/N: I made two stories where Haruhi died. And now I made a poem. Do you think I have some secret sadistic wish or something::sweatdrop::