• Sakura. Cherry blossoms
    My means of destruction, of beauty
    To overthrow, to undertake
    A plan, so perfect yet so fragile
    That one must know who to trust

    Hinote. Flame
    His obedience, his deception
    Contaminated my dreams, if real,
    To lead, not to follow
    A path to one’s hearts
    To be whole, to be complete
    To be what you are

    Omoide. Memories
    The chains that interlock in your heart
    To protect, to recognize
    But you, unaware of your well-being,
    Can take the lies to satisfy the truth
    And not wonder otherwise
    Because you know no better

    Keppaku. Innocence
    With eyes of sapphire, of power
    To introduce counterfeit, so real,
    That one no longer questions legitimacy
    And with unsteady morals
    Like a compass, with a simple turn,
    Can change the direction it points to
    Yet still can not be blames

    Fukusei. replica
    Imitator from such power of darkness
    And servant of it’s memories that one can’t take
    The confusion. Is it an illusion or a trick?
    To protect her and destroy whom ever comes near
    To rely on the darkness the original strives to rid itself of
    Imation, interference, indeed


    Sakura. Cherry blossoms
    My downfall, my destroyant
    to output such power. My angel, my Scythe
    And have one of broken memories in need or re-chaining
    Give me my final hour… my final battle
    The potential puppet over ceded the master.
    Insolent fool