Porcelain butterflies escape
From my mind...

Icy tendrils of mist crawl
around my ankles...

Sweet sakura blossoms twist around
on their descent down from the branches...

The day.
An enemy...

My beautiful friend.
So fragile, was bitten...

The day you came to my door,
Playing our song...

Deep within a hazel wood,
A single ancient oak once stood...

Sat upon a blood spattered horse.
Proud and true...

The moment you closed the door.
My heart ruptured...

Head, heavy with feeling.
Lay down on a goose feather pillow...

Cascades of roses float down in scented streams of...
Caressing my creamy skin and fragrances my hair...

Blood drenched fields. Smell of metallic. Armies...
Sleek midnight horses bayed and snorted hot...