~ Of Winter and Spring ~

He is the winter.

Pain and grief is all he's been dealt,

They are all he's ever felt.

She is the spring.

The warm wind that plays with his hair,

The only one who'll ever care.

He is the blood-covered sinner.

Burdened by the sword in his hands,

He morns the death and cries where he stands.

She is the forgiving flower.

By her love and kiss he is set free,

Of his iron prison near the sea.

They are the day and the night.

He, the moon that teaches the sun to shine,

She, the flower that teaches the wheat to bind.

All they are, they do for each other,

Live and die, they need one another.

By eternal bliss and misery,

They are torn and requited endlessly…

Queen Mana Of Egypt / Ancient Pureblood Princess Lolita

15/05/10