Bleeding Rain
During the rage of a deathly cold war
A youthful assassin appeared in the night
The cold rain on his hands washed away red
He fell to the ground, only to breathe deep
The scent of white plums filled the frigid air
She had seen him kill; no, she must be killed
He saw nothing but hatred for her life
But she had cast a spell on his cold heart
Distant as dusk and dawn, the moon and sun
For now he spared her life, but only just
She loved him and taught him how to love back
But he was blind and ignorant of love
Shrouded with the single goal of murder
She found a passion in his clouded eyes
Lifting the veil of guilt, she saw his soul
Shining with light, a warmth she grew to love
She gave him ease and calmed his troubled mind
A sheath for his sword, and for his black soul
Time continued to creep by, day by day
His heart was encircled with ardent love
She uplifted him and encouraged him
But despite her efforts, he persisted
He forgot all that she did for him
With a black heart, he continued to kill
As he ran towards the dark, she followed
She tried once more to bring him back
His eyes were so black and his sword stained red
His sorrow was still living, though she was not
He remembers her voice, soft as the wind
"You caused the rain to bleed," her eyes cried
He lived to kill those that were against him
Her crimson blood will forever haunt him
That was the way he chose to live his life
To give everything, and receive nothing
To love, to hate, to provide, to attain
And all else is useless banality