The cherry blossom
pink as a bossom
blooms.
It blooms so bright,
winter falls soon.v Tonight
the shadows along
the hamlet gate
creaks.

Along a winter
snowy wasteland so cold
the land is empty.

Except the shadows calling,
calling for my presence.

At first I thought
that I was saw things
lurking.
To think that the mind
conjures fancy
terrors.
At night the dead
Wander graveyard
Shambling.

Along a winter
snowy wasteland so cold
the land is empty.

Except the shadows calling,
calling for my presence.

Only the sun is
My relief my
torment.