Hypernova-Heartbeat

The arrival of the light train ends her nausea, the doors slide open. She can smell Tokyo's despair, tension trembling in the thin air. No sky, just the main station's grey roof. She's facing her first quest -to find her name and know her place in this struggle. She closes her eyes, trying to memorize what had happened before the first gate. She feels power stirring deep within but it's lying frustratingly deep, like buried under a thick layer of mist. Then she feels it pulsing in the deep and sending signals to her muscles, her legs begin to move. Adrenaline running through her veins. She remembers this feeling. Her lids slide open like th

Through dogwood trees in the twilight walking, With firefly lanterns above, golden, floating. Clad in beatitude and wisps of white, Her cloud of flaxen hair shimmering bright. She moves like the water, she moves like the air, You swear you see her, and no one is there. Like a sirens song she is entrancing, Though her amber eyes are sadly shining. Wearing jasmine perfume as she drifts by With wildflowers in her arms, dead and dry. Are they meant for a grave in faerie land, Or a lost love who was promised her hand? Beneath blushing blossoms of dogwood trees, Through the aisles of trunks under canopies, Before dawn she melts into the shado