YearningGhosts

(Inspired from the special episode and then some)

The speckled moon illuminates one last dream,

Burning the world bright dark,

The colour of heart surrounds the path,

The little horse carries its master through.

That person raises a spilling cup,

One ode to shattered hopes he sings,

One ode to dreams stolen from their cradles,

One ode to quietly fluttering wings.

Soaring, his voice comes and goes,

His teeth a glint of white,

Dust follows his empty footsteps,

Swirling out of spite.

Look up, it hasn’t rained a day too long,

The traitorous drops feel nothing for the gaze

That lonely traveller had left them, one day,

In some final, visceral embrace. 

Down a cup of wine for those long gone,

A jar for some whim,

A scent for those lingering bonds,

A trickle for the bitter him.

That white phantom charges through the mortal world,

His steed a painful shining black,

Searching for tomorrow, for something so dear

Even the worst of them can’t lack.

His body is no longer his,

Flesh made of swirling waters and crying seas,

Yet he is merely human; his heart,

Made of one lasting dream

AGHHHHHHHH THEM *lies down holding chest*

I've never had such a strong urge to cry for a story before this. How can something be so PERFECT T-T