Short Poems

Cherry Blossoms 4-4-19

Love blossoms in the time of the beloved cherry blossoms.
Flowers were sprinkled into her luscious locks of hair.
Her eyes shimered an emerald green,
And he smelled of home.
Clutched in each other's arms,
They danced to their own rhythm and blues.
Her voice,
Was accompanied by the birds of the air.
Their life,
Seemed to be going perfect.
Suddenly,
She felt his hands and arms go limp.
Falling down to the weight that was suddenly thrust upon her shoulders,
Sobs break the peaceful stillness.
Upon her blouse is the blood of her lover.
His eyes have already rolled back,
Only showing the white of his eye.
Her shrieks of horror and pain pierce the wind,
Forcing chills up and down the backs of those who can hear her moans of despair.
Upon his death,
She vows upon his body,
To avenge his innocent blood that was shed.
Learning the skills to hunt and track,
She lies in wait for the next attack.
Hidden by the darkness that has swallowed up her innocence and humanity.
She stalks and preays upon everyone she comes in contact with,
Save children.
Every victim,
A cherry blosson is placed on their chests,
In rememberance of her beloved.
In her lonely abode,
She cries and talks to his soul,
Apologizing and saying,
She shall kill till the day she is killed.
As the years pass,
And her hair turns from the lucious brown,
To grey,
Then white.
Age and pain,
Wear at her face.
Blood soaks her clothing,
And her hands are stained by the lives she has claimed.