Viel
Sweeping shadows under a mask do fall,
and the mighty black tide,
of long past yore,
whispers death do cometh morrow.
Black Leaf
Branches of dark dreams fall,
whispering swallows churning mystical foresight,
under clouds of glowing love,
through the night of past.
Clear Water
Under the burning shallow pond,
a sleeping nightmare,
awakens,
carrying a white veil.