disclamer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin, like I said I wish I did...

Days Long Past

The days of peace which have so utterly past,

As this wanderer and his foes clash.

As the times change so does this presence,

Is that of a Murderer or Pacifist?

And in what sense?

Only time can tell has this wanderer escapes,

Escapes the dread,

Escapes the thread,

That thread of fate so deadly cast.

Although the time passes rather slowly,

My sincerity is still uttered calmly,

Calm as the day nears completion,

Deadly as a tournament’s competitors determination.

The wrath of the man whom sister did I kill,

With the praise of the dieing man’s will,

My hands so stained with the blood of men,

My soul is unclean just like that of my kinsmen.

Patriot or Choshu,

Shinsengumi or Mibu?

What does it matter?

We are all here to flatter.

Even the clock did tick,

Even as the cat’s tail did flick,

Never did we kill with it.