Spiral Draw

Grab a pen and place the rhythm,

Words will flow into the hurts of the past
To let the grace be shown to all.

This is the place where throughts betray
And yet escape from it's inner cage.

Come pray with me.
There's so much healing to do.

A world contain between voice and drum,
Changing to the certain light of cruel findings.

Praise the spiral revolution that springs unraveling phrases into armony!

Come play with me.
There's so much destruction to perform.

Bow and be grateful.
My words behold your mark.

Fate

"I sense you so close,
But I can't touch you even if I reach out.
But even if I can't reach,
There are things that remain in my heart, right?

We lived at the same time and saw the same things.
As long as we remember that,
We can believe that we are one even if we are far apart.

I'll keep running, for the moment.
Because I should reach what I seek if I keep running."

- Shirou

The 25th Hour

Sound fondly flows down below underneath the glow,
Only shadows within shadows of running rocks.

Tic goes the clock, the hour to reborn had come.
This is the night where the heartbeat echoes.

One step from the edge, one foot from the grave.
The wave comes forth and the jump is made.

To fall so gracefully with outstretched arms.
To down take with force such a spec of trust
And separate a damned body...

...from a free soul.

Alas, a death foretold!

But still below no secret bestowed,
No grave filled and no tear spilled...
Only curse suppressed and rage undone...

Fake ends make Death seem less
When embracing all as one's own.

Free falling, free choice...

I can only say,
I took them as my own.