"Waning Crescent"
I jot this down, the waves crash
Myrtle Beach is where I'm at
I feel the sight of grey and black
My future's lead by my days past
On each arm there's four tattoos
If I could go back, would I redo?
These ifs, these buts, they leave my mind askew
Crescent lunar phase above in the sky--Sesshomaru
He's the first place bada** without competition from two
Two swords kept at his waist
Unsheathing Tenseiga means one of his allies lives has been misplaced
Enemies tremble as the other sword is drawn with haste
And its name is Baksusaiga
One cut from this sword from that point on no one will recognize ya
True, it may be fiction
But even so the sword combo is b**hin
b**hin like a chick when someone mentions her not being in her place—
That's right, the kitchen
It's a jk-ing joke