chiaroscuro

Showers of silver, flowers of ice They fell like meteors that night But I just stood there in fright Because they fell like wraiths Wraiths that glowed with blue flames and suns ghosts with pale swords and shimmering banners and they soared with seeming infinite strength through the colorless expanse we call the sky No one saw them fall to Earth silent as death, deadly as poison full of horrifying resolve to murder, to kill, the ender of lives.   Another night passes we live in constant fear for the Wraiths hunt us down one by one and there is no escape.

Leaves on the water float like petals down the stream. They soon reach my feet. I lift them gently off the surface of the stream. They're from maples. Drops fall from them like diamonds, nay, like tears from some mourning fairy lass. But the sunlight shines so cheerfully and brightly on the tears and laughs. For how can nature cry at its own beauty and still be so lovely? Letting it fall back to the stream, I watch maples flourish in the wind. They caress the air.