#8

Oh Great Tree,

With your leaves as pink as a flamingo that spreads its wings to take flight

And your Bark as brown as a bear sturdy but not ready for a fight

You bear the strength to carry our hearts with all your might

Woosh, the wind passes with your calm light,

And you scatter your leaves like a rain of warm light,

A light that can not engulf a heart but carm it,

Your life is been that of a mother with a caring heart

Always loving, always caring, always there for us, waiting to take flight

Yue-Lao, I have named you

You are one of cupid's arrows,

Flying through the sky,

From August to July you warm up the planet as you would our lives,

Flying though the sky

As your scent creates a halcyonic atmosphere which has been spread through times,

Flying through the sky

As your elegancy is that of an angel ready to go to the heavens,

Just like Icarus,

However do not make the same mistake, as the warmth of the sun is different from the heavens

If you were to choose wrong the raging flames would go boom,

Engulfing you the flames would,

That's when I heard it,

The wind blowing through it differs,

All I hear is the sweet noise of the chimes,

Then I remembered,

Our stories

Forsaken by the times yet to come again,

The stories of Carles Comen Cag Coath,

A man who has given up hope,

Drowning in the despair of one's life's mistake,

Then a fated meeting with

An assassin,overbearing apprentice who has started anew named Akane,

Who's life sparked the flame of change

Although she was his light in search of a flame

And in all of his time cannot seem to forget the radiance of her pink hair in which gave him light,

The jingle of her bell accessories which guided him anywhere,

And her sweet, sweet smelling perfume wich let him know she was there,

Finally with an unsheathed sword you can smell the blood dripping and oozing from the blade,

Even the scabbard was drenched in blood as red as a rose,

And not even a flinch when she unshead her sword thirsty for blood with a hilt made of Saronite For this was her way of passing judgment to those who have done an evil dede

Although they were both birds on the same branch they could not build a nest together

The only path was that of solitude,

It was fate that brought them together,

And the gods that tore them apart

The gods of war, calamity and the corrupt minister,

On that day the man swore on his life he would kill everyone,

Everyone who denied the truth and will of his beloved,

So he set out, wandered and killed

Only to reach a state of absolute loneliness in which no one dared to approach,

Not even the gods who have been betrayed by their trusted can hold a candle to his anger

So he built a house

A house to represent their history together,

A history of an assassin and her lover

With all everyone said as how much she resembled a devel,

He saw an angel,

This is the story of the girl who was known as the cherry demon

And her enraged lover the Aeshma assassin

And as the start meets the end so does this story,

Just like this old cherry blossom tree in which we both first met,

O great tree