In the hopes of at least getting the ball rolling, I have something in my Kanon fan literature vault. While writing the Kanon Picnic Episode, I felt the urge to write an homage to Makoto in the form of a poem. I couldn’t finish it in time for the Makoto podcast due to life happening, but I managed to finish it today. Hope you guys enjoy it~ ^^
Spoilers for Makoto below, by the way.
On a winter seven years past
Fox became friend to man.
Kitsune-san was her name once
Before she smelled his hand.
He talked to her day after day
About friends and the town.
She loved him as he liked himself
And urged him to stay 'till sundown.
Without cause he left her behind
Those promises long forgotten.
She went searching for him alone
Stuck in the guise of a human.
She found him once again
Neither remembered the other.
She knew his crime but lost all else
She could not hate him forever.
She was not welcome in his home
Nor was she stingy on his hospitality.
All the nikuman and manga
She bought fueled her personal vanity.
In time he warmed up to her
Like a parent to a young child.
Despite her many mistakes
She could not go back to the wild.
Yet her time was close.
She fell ill, and unbeknownst to her
Her young heart was failing;
Her last wish was for him to be near.
He found her friends and family
To comfort her when faint.
Off to the hilltops they hastened
Before her life was spent.
On that hill they joined hands
In an eternal promise of love.
There was but one witness
Its body melted by the sun above.
Ring, ring, went the small bells
Attached to her thin wrist.
That was the last sound she heard
It was one he would miss.
Thus ends the tale of Kitsune;
her journey to find love ends here.
The man she loved still knows
How much she held him dear.
The nighttime felt like the strongest motif in Mai’s route (from what I remember from the anime… but it sure felt like it), so I had to challenge myself on this one.
