O Kenshin! My Kenshin! Our fearful trip is done;
The sword has weathered every fight; the peace we sought is won;
The sword in near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady feel, the life grim and daring:
But O stop! Stop! Stop!
O the bleeding drops red,
Where on the ground my Kenshin lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Kenshin! My Kenshin! Rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up- for you the sword is flung- for you the music trills.
For you bouquets and flowered wreaths- for you a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning:
Here Kenshin! Dear Kenshin!
His arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the ground
You?ve fallen cold and dead.
My Kenshin dose not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My Kenshin dose not feel my arm, he has no pulse of will;
The sword is anchor?s safe and sound, its life closed and done;
Form the fearful trip the victor ship comes in with objects won:
Exult, O swords, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the ground my Kenshin lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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I would like to point out that this was writen to take place after the new Kenshin movie. If you have not seen it, go rent it and then see why the pome is about death. Also I would like to not this pome is baesed on O Captain! My Captain! By: Walt Whitman.
:-? 
Taking this a little to seriously, Tif-tif....
