The mulberry leaves drift.
Pagoda flushed with lunar white. Scattered clouds slide in silence. Dark footprints escape the moons vigil.
The mulberry leaves quiver.
In silhouette patrols unfurl on paper screens. A fox sniffs the night air. Silent footfalls vault closed gated.
The mulberry leaves flicker.
Halls filled with silence. Guards shuffle over moonlit floors. Fleet of foot stir no dust.
The mulberry leaves quiver.
Lords gaze settles on the courtyard. Phoenix feathers turn crimson. Air bores no memory of a words arc.
The mulberry leaves idle.
Clatter of footsteps. Rattle of swords. In forest shadows foot marks are shuffled by rooting boars.
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Image found here: http://blog.rekuru.com/2009/11/27/you-got-blood-on-my-canvas/#more-252
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this is pretty cool…like sitting there trying to stay quiet as the world moves on around you so as not to disturb it, and it not you…smiles.
Nice write!
Deep, dark, rich…and beautiful!
awesome imagery, darn near perfect visuals here. Love this. Thanks