Black Lotus

Dancing wildly the raindrops fall
Here walks a man whose time has come
He walks of his own volition to his doom

Silent are his steps through the cold streets
The mountains of stone and the sky
That weeps for his fate.

His face betrays no emotion,
His hand gripped on the handle of his blade
His only comfort in this moment.

A red flower on the ground, scattered petals

On another concrete mountain
An empty heart sits, alone
Watching the city behind cold glass

No longer does he remember
The songs he once loved
Now dirges whispered through space

Broken glass lying on the floor, gleaming with moonlight

In a garden closed from the sky
Someone dances without abandon
Arms outstretched, accepting

Her heart slowly fading away
Hollow, vacant
She waits for the dance to end

She remembers her past
And that which she knew as love
And she momentarily smiles

In circles she spins, leaves falling
Unmindful of impending vertigo
Accepting her turmoil as her strength

A ray of hidden sunlight, peeking out for one second

In the tempest of raindrops
Tears fall down her cheek
Running aimlessly towards nothing

She searches for that lone man
She pursues his shadow in vain
And the tears and raindrops mix

And she stares into the memory
Of the shadow and sees herself

And she runs, determined
To catch a fading dream