Eight

Beauty stared at the murky world.
Is this a problem? Do you think?
Beauty’s heart contracted and he smiled.
“You summon similar unreadable blue eyes”
His introductions like long limbed flowering trees.

The ruby heart could not help but observe
the disposition of the common soldiers, those with good fortunes
amid the shouts of the people, their moans and whimpers made their plight known.
They seemed as beautiful as before they got here.

He can make a book.
Preference defers to honor which cannot be really hurt.
No cutting, no burning, no real wounds
Remember, the forest was only reached.

He often stumbled and fell
so he stalked the howls of pain and dismay
the distant flecks of soot.
Draw neat lines! You must cultivate!
You must create this entirely new corner of logic –
the sun is burning!
Open the Sky!

The creature was dressed in only torn remnants,
I’m too solid to break easily.
I’m the tatters, beneath the blue wind

Arms outstretched, hear me,
I expect he’s lost in this almost random action
Now I noticed that he was gone,
Addressing himself to delay our journey.

I am the steward of this and have no protector

It only reflected a part of spring,
on the other side
the grey wolf was lost in untroubled sleep.