Yuri-Nikko

Around rouses darkness upon the door of a tiny white cottage in my soul. In the distant town a single clear toll signals post midnight along the gray shore where lovers slept. But this was long before when days were most sincere. And on that knoll they shared sweet treats entwined in springs' warm lull Now phantoms creep and intently explore the bowels of thought that run entangled. Dreams whose truths lie broken, torn, mangled among rose thorns. Into whirls of black light nothingness sings to all her heart's delight. All naught dwells here. Its harvest nearly done to swallow that which belongs to no one.