Twilight Garden

Across the garden he walked, tall and beautiful, bearing the marks
of his race, pure silver white hair styled ornately for the court.
Two steps behind him, hands clasped demurely before her hidden in
the voluminous folds of her multi-layered kimono the moon to the sun
of his eyes. Two steps further behind walked the next woman, her
hair as dark as the sky at midnight, her eyes as violet as the suns
dying burst of color on the sea, the simpler kimono she wore denoting her lesser status.

Onto cushions, they knelt the moon to the right, and midnight sky to
the left of the golden sun. A cacophony of silence descended as
they watched birds in their flight while within the twilight garden
secrets took root.

Golden eyes studied both women, youkai and ningen; bride and
concubine, moon and sky. "I must…"

The moon looked down upon the sky and plotted, "I will…"

The sky looked into the garden and smiled, "I love…"

Above the garden, the hawk captured the dove as the sun set and the
moon smiled.