Shunkan Romanticism

A fated occurance, where two souls bound by the red thread
Met under the guidance of the scattered sakura petals

Their hands, taught firmly with each other's warmth
Playing the whistling sound of swaying grasses dancing with the wind
The two souls smiled and whispered their eternal exchange of vows
In which their hearts are doomed with love

Their lives had been embroided by the thin red thread
Exchanging kisses when the moon was dirtied with the colour blue
A reason to keep on living was found, eclipsing the desire for the darkness
"I will never let your gentle grip slip away"

The boy wondered how many ways can he prove his pledge
To this beautiful angel crafted in flesh
The girl put her finger on his lips and said sweetly
"Hush my darling, just love me dearly and we will not be separated"

The trail to true happiness is not without stones you might trip on, adviced the elderly woman upon seeing the couple
Seeing the girl contorted her face in worry, the boy let his hand linger on her cheek
As if saying, "love, my love, need not worry because the red thread bonds us eternally"

Alone in Aokigahara, the girl found a deathly black scarf
With the word "hate" inscribed on it all over
Wrapping it around her neck, she was snatched by the dark and not to return again

The boy, desperately running to be in the embrace where he found comfort in
Looking for the hands that always hold his in a passion words won't be able to describe
He saw a pair of white shoes he bought as the gift for their anniversary
Only now, they were tainted in bloody red
Next to an apologising note for unable to keep the promise to stay together

The forest trembled in sorrow as the roar of anguish proceeded to shatter the tranquil of the sky
He took the scarf from the girl's cold body and wound it around his neck
His heart melted and overflowed from his eyes
Chanting "so sorry, eternally together"
He reached for the darkness the girl was drowned in

Karakuri Puppet Dance

The image of the porcelain-faced puppet cannot escape my mind.

The dream itself was not malignant, yet disturbing.

Eternal smile carved onto it, adorned with a bright red kimono and yellow obi, it moved in a way one can easily perceive as mechanical.

Why did you appear in my dream, tiny puppet? What did you try to tell me with the dance?

Until then, I will keep on dreaming.

For Juan Writes Envy

A weird cryptic dream.

I was offered three roses; white rose, black rose and blue. The figure whose face was half obscured by the shadow of his hood, smiled when I picked the blue one.

"For Juan, writes envy," he whispered in a raspy voice. His visible right eye gleamed in a way that I interpret as enthusiasm.

He was then slowly moving to a hung picture not far from where we stood. Touching the two leftover roses to the frames, everything around us disappear with a swirl of violet and the sound of a draining sink.

"For Juan, writes Envy," he smiled. Pointing to a padded cell which appeared out of nowhere, gesturing for me to take a peek inside, he was eager and the smile turned into a grin.

I could hear iron chains crinkling against each other, and I knew the grotesque angel with wings of bloody hue was there. Bind, unable to move, waiting to be released.

"Juan, " the hooded figure hissed.

And I reached out to unlock the door.

The Black Desert that Engulfs Everything

The black desert is, without a doubt, the night sky I frequently look up to.

Note the pun.

The night sky that is able to conceal anything. Never wavering even if calamity befells upon it. An emotionless, cold appearance.

I envy those who live up in the northern hemisphere, whose night sky is clad in the beauty of a thousand stars, adorned with the brooch of the silver moon.

The jet-black wagon of nothingness is about to be chased away with the arrival of Amaterasu.

Why don't you go entertain Tsukuyomi again? Leave us in the gentle embrace of the dark that some find pleasure in.

I have lately becoming a nocturnal being. To rest right before the sun goes up and raise during the moment it passes our heads.

The cycle is disrupted.

Alas, I should be going now. Another black desert beckons me to a loveliest slumber.

Infinite Cloister

A few hours ago, my heart died.

I couldn't believe that I failed, my plan to make me feel nothing when I walked away from them...

...it didn't work.

I was fighting the tears when I shook hands with them, then they pulled me in an embrace and everything crumbled.

The tears welled in my eyes as I saw their faces when each one of them gone home.

And when it was my turn...

It hurt so much.

After the huggings and shaking hands, I turned and started to walk away.

Then they called and smiled softly.

That was when everything fell apart.

I ran away from them in fear I would show tears in front of them.

I ran away because my legs were frozen, as if not wanting me to leave.

It had been a while since I last spent time with them, but they greeted me with the same warmness as the first time I met them.

Even though I avoided them, they still find a friend in me.

I am a fool.