They saddle up their horses and head into town
Staring straight ahead as town folk gather round...

Three minutes to one o'clock,
wisps of air stab through solar rays...

Scapegoat
A sickened state of mind...

Going against the life they had planned,
A midnight drive and a wedding band...

Radiant pink blooms
Of the Cherry Blossom tree...

Shades of pink hath she
The ephemeral beauty...

Once upon a moon
in a different time...

I have longed
for a future moon...

To refute
allegations...

I don't want another nasty broom
It has no power, it doesn't go vroom...

Gasping for breath in an
Oxygen depleted atmosphere...

Thou blackest of prey
shall peck the very eyes...