A poem I created after thinking about how Byakuya would feel right after his beloved's departure.
Plum Scented Dove.
by: ShineFrost
A noble raven sits at his beloved's bedside, awaiting the return of his fragile dove.
You are not dead, merely sleeping.
If only you would visit me, so I may know you are alive.
The gentle winds of spring, filled with the scent of plum blossoms, carried you away.