Cinquains

Toiling
in a dimly
lit room, he wrote with the
fervor of a flame starting to
gutter.

I pledge
allegiance to
the flag, burning bloody
in the corner and to the bright--
screw this.

Dusk falls
in a rush of
falling leaves and sings in
perfect smoke-violet harmony
with me.

"The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship"

I. He

He would
Follow her to
The very brink of death
Itself, if it meant she would then
Love him.

II. She

If she
Could merely see
The absolute power
She held in her innocent hands,
She'd faint.

III. The Roommate

On the
Other hand, she'd
Laugh until she was sick
At the two, so hesitantly
In love.

This one isn't actually a cinquain, but I don't remember what it's called, and it's in a similar style. Until I remember, I'll leave it here.

Cage
The boy.
Put him in
A box without
Air holes, so that he claws his hands bloody.
And if he ever breaks free of it,
He can come after
You with his
Own little
Cage.