ALL POEMS BY FLORI-DONO

BATTOUSAI
he stood there
in the middle
of the vast 
silent, battlefield
solitary
a sword
in his hand
with the blade
dripping blood
on the hard
red ground
as red
as his hair
being blown
by the cold breeze
away
from his scarred face
he surveyed
the scene
with his cold
bleak eyes
before he walked
away
silently
with only a few stars 
on the dark
cloudy skies
as witnesses
to his 
final battle 

TO KAORU
her eyes
black
as midnight
glistening
like a fountain
of tears
in moonlight
sad yet hopeful
her eyes