Sakura Death :A Matt Tribute: by lala-hinamori, literature
Literature
Sakura Death :A Matt Tribute:
Like the leaves, we are all plucked away to our graves by an autumn wind.
Like rain, we continue to fall as gravity instructs.
Like the cherry blossoms, whose beauty is so easily extinguished, our lives are murdered by gravity's inevitability and the wind's pathless road.
It's inevitable. It's the only road paved for me, and the sad thing is, I ended up paving it for myself. It seemed so infinite back then. Give or take five or six years ago? And now it feels like I finally found where the horizon ends, and all it ever ended up being was a canyon "they" dropped the sun into and hoped it wouldn't come back.
"They" is what I'd call them. Th
Eclipse of the Rain :Prologue: by lala-hinamori, literature
Literature
Eclipse of the Rain :Prologue:
The thunder, a blistering drum conquering the satin sky. The lightning, but a piercing lantern to the heavens, casting glassy visibility on the rain.
It came down like silver tears, nearly invisible by the coat of shadow that accompanied midnight.
The garden was in discord, sakura petals shed. Roses decapitated by their thorny throats, soon to shrivel up and die along with the rest of the manor.
Windows, which traditionally had a face gazing through the glass at anytime of day or night because of the large amount of inhabitants, held only a hand to its heartlessly cold skin. The hand was stained in blood.
And with one last effort, it shr