Noir said 9 years, 11 months ago:

Flowing Tears,
obsidian strength,
and blue hues which dance with dew…

She drifts by with chestnut hair unbound…
and so onward the fox gathers nearby,
with autumn colored orchids.

Flowing tears,
obsidian strength,
and blue hues which dance with dew
to ensnare spring grasp at nothing…

But, her pale cotton skirts continues to waltz
with slender legs until the winds silent, malice shatters then.

The poor fox bows before a torrent of blue hues,
and autumn colored petals flow on by.