The sound of the koto filled the room, and the storyteller in the room began to speak.
"Once upon a time,
in a village in the woods,
lived a fair maiden.Every morning,
she'd visit a small temple
on a tall mountain.To the gods, she'd pray,
praying for her father's health
so he'd recover.However, one day,
she met a young monk there
with a stick he trained.And so, they became friends,
bonding over stories they shared,
and exchanging laughter.It was spring, they met.
Just like the blooming flowers,
A new love blossomed.In summer, they shared
their first ever kiss under
the roof in the rain.In autumn, the monk
with a heavy heart, explained
That this love would wilt.Just like the flowers,
Their love bloomed in the warm Spring.
And wilted in Fall.The girl, crestfallen,
Ignored the pain in her heart,
And she bid farewell.Despite bidding farewell,
the maiden went to the temple each day
awaiting the young monk to arrive.Cold winter approached.
The flowers had wilted, the trees barren.
The maiden laid still.From the sky, snow fell.
Coating everything in pure white.
Covering this forgotten love.A monk who chose the world over her;
A maiden who awaited someone who never came.Just like how their love began in Spring,
their love ended in Winter.While he was burnt alive;
She froze to death.'Till we meet again,'
were both the words they uttered
before drawing their last breath.And then, they were engulfed in Spring's warmth
Reunited as one, once again."~ 262 words ~
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Drabbles
Poetry"I spill my ideas, From my mind onto paper, A story is born." __________________________ A bunch of drabbles/ oneshots I'll write out of boredom or when I get a sudden surge of inspiration, whether it's original or for a fandom.