Because I am incapable of finishing many things that are not poetry, I give you a poem for my favorite pairing of Sailor Moon.
I do not claim the beauty of Sailor Moon, not even of the R arc.
If Demando was asked to remember, something that was precious.
He would say there was nothing.
But he would lie when he spoke the words.
Because there were memories of light, of love.
They were memories, but not his own.
Memories of fields of white.
Queen Anne's Lace, Snowdrops, Roses in snowy tangles.
Memories of a young woman in white.
She glowed as brightly as the Moon.
And she watched the Earth spin by every day.
She grew the flowers in white, twining morning glories with clover and lilies.
And planting apple trees to rain snowy petals upon her paths of stone.
And teaching the gardens to shine brighter than the halls of the Moons.
She was clad in a dress of white.
Her hair was silvery and pure.
Her skin was pale, but glowed healthily still.
The blue of her eyes was all that set off her appearance of ice.
And she smiled for him.
She gave him a broach of a lily in moonpearl.
She smiled for him in a way that made his heart pulse.
She sang a song that resonated now.
She was the most beautiful flower in the field of blossoms.
And when he reaches for her, she falls to pieces, like the blossoms of Nemesis.
Because she is only a dream.
Only a fragment of another lifetime.
Only a piece of a world in white.
But he knows it happened once.
Once upon a lifetime.
Because he still sees a broach in the shape of a white lily.
~End~
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