Midnight Torment
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.