Note: Italic phrases are quotes from the manga "Clover" created by CLAMP.
Alone, an anchor for the weak hearts.
Against the wind of uncertainty,
Remedy for all things.
Nothing can seep in to my heart,
my stone.
Isolated, an outsider,
from dreams and desires.
Protecting callously,
for reveries I have not and desires not mine
No passion, no warmth.
Cold as the jewel I hold.
Unmarred like me,
the jewel shines,
with an enthralling darkness.
I bowed to the night.
Chaos.
Everlasting thirst for power.
And me, putting an end,
to the yearning with mine.
Despair and crimson became the world,
A lone shadow one with the world
with the coolness of my arrow,
awoken a beat from the embers.
Both, an outsider.
Strong to survive.
Come face to face,
with dreams of each other.
Hope to belong for eternity,
melt into one point in time.
The fused mind whispered,
I want happiness,
to be, you happiness.
Side by side,
healing a dream together.
A dream to a place,
not reachable alone.
Holding the jewel,
No more shadows, lingering within.
Without the weight of my bow,
without the weight of my onus,
the fused mind
murmured as one.
To create your happiness,
to be your happiness.
No.
Too much...
Heart, still.
Dream, illusion.
Scarlet, again.
Nothing.
Only torment.
One mind cried,
Take me away.
Jewel, gone with the weeping wind.
Just the chill of my blood.
No longer warm, with ardour.
So cold.
An imperfection in time,
last cries of life and scarlet sweeping across the land.
The weight of my bow,
deepening the agony.
Leaving a trail of life,
to reach death.
Gazing upon my past desire,
a perishing sun facing the bleak night,
without the hope of another dawning.
Fleeting velvet petals skims the face
of a crystal sea of amaranthine memories,
sending waves of pain.
String rang, shattering jewels into tears,
riding the wind to a place
where one's life is my dream.
The sky cried, drops of blood joining with mine.
Mortality flowing, without an end
Clenching the jewel,
savouring the heat of my vanished longing.
The water bowl of me tipped.
Flames, engulfing me.
Red, again.
Warmth again,
against my coldness,
again.
Eyes on me, drifting with me.
Sinister stirring within in the battling souls,
mirroring my own.
The last moment stretches on.
Keeping me, in an abyss the colour of lost love.
Sparks caught my eyes.
I felt.
I wonder.
Breathe, chilling, agonizing.
Life flowing in.
Then,
him.
Same, as me.
My heart shuddered,
under the same glint of gold.
Softer,
a softness I'm suppose to give.
An inquietness in the air
from the wings that flew me to my destiny.
A whisper I ached for.
An anguish lashed out.
Eyes blurred with the deep crimson,
dazed, that it was mine.
Warmth of blood.
A venomous fire surging through my touch.
The risen sun blinding, with life.
But remains, the fleeting void of the night sky.
Tendrils of hatred withered.
Finally awoken, at the touch of him.
I cut off the lines of blood.
Cowering in a corner somewhere,
licking my wounds.
Alone, watching him,
Dreaming with someone else.
Being each other's happiness.
They are now,
going together to the place
not reachable alone.
Our place.
No longer belonging,
no longer this world' s.
Time lingering for me alone
Dragging me on with the world of the living.
Chasing after my dream
like a shadow chasing after shadow.
In no hope of ever meeting.
But never stops trying
in the slightest hope belonging.
I want to be your happiness,
but can never be yours.
Always,
solitude.
From loneliness to loneliness.
Soaked feathers.