A Distant Sky

Spring time scene,

a realm serene.

Lost in luscious shades of green.

A soft caress

like an exhaled breath-

cradled in the wind's finesse.

Beneath the sun-

the day's yet done-

but she's lost the will to run.

Forevermore

beyond the shore

lies the one she once adored.

But circumstance

killed their romance

before it ever had a chance.

Now she's alone,

heir to the throne;

oh, if only she had known!

Unspoken sins

behind a grin.

How her nightmare first begins.

A crimson flood...

Their precious blood

mixing with the churning mud.

His thirst unquenched,

by soil drenched,

unaffected by the acrid stench.

A prize to claim,

by "God", ordained

to set the entire world aflame.

She's left helpless

before the madness.

Alone with just her loneliness.

Her father's axe

split yawning cracks

in the friendships of her past.

The price to pay

for another day

above the soil that calls her name.

Yet what is she

when what comes to be

means she'll never again be free?

Astride the cliff-

would she even be missed

by the sire that loved only with his fist?

Just close your eyes;

try your best to visualize

the love that waits 'neath a distant sky...

***

Her courage abates-

one step is all it takes!

It only gets harder the longer you wait.

But a single look

had her forever hooked.

Her lover read her like a book.

And now that gaze-

even as her body sways

backlit by Dusk's final rays-

it made her wait

to make that final mistake.

Hope made her heart hesitate.

Was there even a maybe

that the two of them could still be

more than just a memory?

With a cry of frustration,

she made her decision

and stepped back from oblivion.

She turned away

ready, to her father, betray

and run from all the death and decay.

And with a hollow goodbye,

along a path lit by moonlight and fireflies,

she left behind her former life.

For a love that waits 'neath a distant sky.

Author's Note

God I am so happy to finally post something creative again. I'm not even sure what inspired this, but I'll take whatever I can get at this point. Maybe it had something to do with going with a more structured, staccato approach that didn't allow me the flexibility of going "rogue" with my personal nonsense. /shrug.

This probably isn't very good, even by my meager standards, but it's not me whining for a change... and that's good enough for me right now.

Reviews

[Nolo Segundo]

Oh, it's good, Sazaku, it's pretty good-- I like the triple rhymes in most of the stanzas.