Haru (amo torta) :
They dropped from the heavens, a porcelain breath,But crush them, and see what they demand in death.A single crushed petal, a bruised, bleeding stem,Commands a deep vengeance reserved just for them!My petals of purity, untouched by a stain,Will never succumb to the mortal and vain.So I walk through the forest, a vigilant ghost,Protecting the blossoms that I love the most.Did a squirrel dare scamper across a blue bell?Did a shadow step near where the wild lilies dwell?Did a boot press the moss where the innocence lay?They must pay with their breath for the crime of today!A snap of a twig, a sharp, sudden crack!They defiled the perfection, there is no turning back.For the flowers hold beauty, so holy and bright,While the flesh of the wicked is swallowed in night.I watch from the shadows, I hover and stare,To ensure the wild blossoms are perfectly there.No malice, no murder, no hatred they know—So I banish the shadows that dare to move slow!Oh, step on a blossom, you step on my heart,And I’ll drive every trespasser far from this part.The woodland is holy, the meadows are pure,And my frantic protection will keep them secure!
2026-05-30 09:40:27