Byakuya
Ten thousand cherry blossoms
Scattered across the sky
Pink light surrounds him
A royal prince before me
Elegantly he raises his hand
On his untaimed will
Ten thousand blades against my skin
Blood spilling over the ground
He closes his gray eyes
Turns arround without looking
And the sky is blue again
He puts his sword away
Keeping his secrets inside
Forever calm, never weak
But always alone