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March is the month of the event we seek
Quietly now, and inside we'll peek.
Girls so beautiful who were born on the Ides,
With eyes not turned down, nor turned to the side.
One with eyes seeking the sky and poised there in a star
So close to her dreaming, yet from her hand far.
The other's bright eyes of hazel seem so carried away
To a place were she is the master and time has no sway.
Night is the cloak that covers their birth,
The arrival of children who hold such sway.
One's destiny written by the hands of a clock
Like a circle closed tight by the rapid tick tock.
The other's etched in the side of an asteroid
A life less beautiful, and perhaps just as hard.
The children together, so sadly, can't stay
Yet they will come together again in some way.
A long ago poet of tragedy did rhyme
Of horror to come in March Ides time.
What truth the words of a muse so old
Could possibly for these two girls hold?
Alas this is not for us to know,
So leave them now and on we'll go.
About the Senshi in this story:
Priire/Sailor Asteroid
Ippin/Sailor Yavin
