She wakes up mistaking her blankets for fear,
Because they cover her
Just the same as the snow covers the landscape
Early in the morning, as a red sunrise
Questions the limits of worldly beauty.
She throws off her blankets
Covering herself instead in her coat of courage
And her boots of belligerence.
Her palace doors open from the inside
As she runs from her life in a temporary vacation.
Enough to refresh her war-wagering conscience
And subdue the ruby fire in her heart.
"Kuwana, the forest is alive!"
Running into the woods colors her cheeks like cherries again
And spreads her strawberry smile to the point where
Her impending marriage will not find her heart here
She still has seven days.
Seven days of ten and six
Seven days of freedom.
It is magic that guides her footprints of feist
By the stream that no longer streams
Because it turned to ice
Around the tree of unfathomable age
That never needed to pay a price...
"Kuwana..." something whispered.
...To a shard of a mirror.
Thin and narrow,
Pointed wickedly at the ends
Edges like a sword
A countenance that reflected everything
But with an eerie sheen of silver
"Kuwana, I know what you wish for..."
A voice in her mind, it is her own
Her one wish uncontrollably rushes through her mind
Like drops of blood flowing
From a vampire's mouth
She cannot stop it from being known
The mirror knows her wish, the mirror knows her wish
"Kuwana..." the mirror beckons
The mirror knows her wish
"Kuwana... a drop of blood and you have your wish... Kuwana"
The
Mirror knows
Her wish
She cannot stop
Her footsteps fall forward
Boots of belligerence deep in the snow
She cannot stop
Bare right hand extended
The
Mirror
Knows
Her
Wish!
Presses the tip of her ring finger
To the shard
THE
MIRROR
KNOWS
HER
WISH!
A red droplet rolls down the face of the mirror
But just before it stains the snow
It disappears.
