Her lover

Sometimes its the ones we love that slowly kill us...

Like a white cherry blossom falls

She hurls to the ground

At the stroke of midnight

All you see is her white grown

Splattered with blood of another

For she just saw

Her loving brother

Crushed to death

On that fated afternoon

By none other

Than her monstrous lover

Now she must die

Or be killed

For her lover is Death himself

Author's Note

I wrote this in study hall...I was terribly bored out of my mind and then I got the idea to write this...It's like this things called plot bunnies except they are poem dragons.