You must be really bored to be reading this.  ^^;;;
It's sort of sad, too.  And I don't mean to say that Kenshin's dead, so 
please don't be upset at me!  And just in case you can't tell, it's Hiko 
who is speaking, reminicing, whatever. --Chibi Z
Here goes:


The river flows toward the east, with gentle waves covering the great 
earth.  Towards the west is the ancient battle ground.  
Someone, I forget who, once said: That's the place where the Hitokiri 
Batousai won the battle against Shishio.  
The rocks are plentiful on the shore covering it like the masses of 
clouds in the sky; the waves are crashing at the shore, the foam white 
like mounds of snow.  This beautiful land has seen many heroes.  
In Kenshin's youth, he married Tomo.  At that time, he was young, 
troubled, a hitokiri.  He chatted and laughed and the bafuku's army 
went up in smoke, defeated.  They laugh at me and my reminiscing.  Too 
many thoughts, they say, brings on white hairs early.  Life is short 
like a dream; when you finally wake up, it's over already.  I pour 
myself another drink as I reminice with the river and the moon, 
remembering the deeds of that stupid student of mine.  All great 
people die in time.