Lord Cynic: "I might end up on a brief poem spree for a few days. It'll be warm up for my main projects, so think of these as protégés of sorts. Anyways, enough talk, here we go."

Lord Cynic: "I don't own Chrno Crusade. Shush."

Chrno Crusade

Together

Rosette Christopher, the Sister with a cause to her name.

Chrno the Sinner, the demon with a lifetime of shame.

They are the oddest of couples, like a mismatched pair of socks,

But they are literally explosive when they burst off the blocks.

Her temper is one that should not be carelessly pressed,

Lest he be the unlucky one who would clean up the mess.

His aura is calm, much unlike others of his kind,

Although he also battles with the demons in his mind.

A past that is indelible, but there's no blood on his hands.

The suffering he's experienced, surely, no one can understand.

He caused the demise of the first woman close to his heart,

And he felt as if his soul would be ripped apart.

She, her brother was stolen without a chance to rebel,

And the mention of that brother's name takes her to a silent hell.

He lost his first love; she lost her dear brother,

But among the darkness and misery, they found one another.

The pocket watch around her neck is the symbol of their bond,

And the slow ticking of that symbol is like a solemn song.

Time is money to most, but to he and she it's their lives,

And the demon refuses to move on if the human fails to survive.

Yet when the moment comes, and the end is near.

Death is something they refuse to fear.

In the end, through the darkest of weather,

Their bond will never break, and they will always remain together.