什么战歌？

因为本身缺技术，只好弃子变魔术。

丢了车，少了象，不顾后防往前上。

客观上是占下风，主观看是攻若疯。

就算攻势是幻影，疯狂冒险太过瘾！

就算弈棋亏给你，义气远远胜过你！

男人不怕输子数，只怕失败于魔术！

Cloudy

Who's there, who's it?

Nay, nay, whom is it?

Irritating part of me,

Breathing down my neck again,

As long as he lives, I'm not free,

Why not kill him? I won't let you

I would sooner, but he's here,

I am here, always beside you

Thinking in your head, walking in your shoes, feeding on your thoughts, feasting on your blues.

Go on, get angry, cave in to your madness.

Or are you the sort instead to spiral into sadness?

Depression, obsession, maniacal regression,

Any of that extra passion, I will feed off it-

I'll never twice let you in my head, nor be a part of me,

If I've to use a knife to get you out, so a knife it thus will be.

Then there was another presence, living in my mind,

But that existence that saved me is a tale for another time.

Relook

When dawn breaks we shall meet each other once again,

After what had seemed like long eternity,

The face which I had never hoped to see

Bringing memories of once-forgotten pain,

Relived just momently.

Seeing with my eyes the first time looking out for traps and tricksters

Plowing through the words that seem to dance around on endless pages

Racing through past present future thinking of what sadistic creature

Forces others to consider riddles of a tedious nature

What do you think can come of old-school rote learning?

Understanding is unfairly put aside in favour of blind computation

Out of which we can't but glean nothing

Save for peace of mind and solace in ourselves without comprehension.

Why subscribe to fantasy?

Why indeed fall in love with fiction?
Helps with naught but going mad,
Shows the folly we have lived,
Calling to mind something sad,
Nothing but a pointless gift.
Would we not but be awake,
Thinking, living, breathing souls?
Have we gone back to the lake
Filled with memories, ancient ghouls?


But truth be told, why fiction? and why those of our choosing?
Do you really think watching tragedies unfold fulfill our soul? or witnessing murder grant us happiness?

The potential.
The possibility of happiness.
Unadulterated joy.
A window where we watch across worlds, the wanton indulgence in witnessing fantasies animate.
Partially reflective, baring our heart to our eyes alone.
A personal exposure. Seeing what moves us, what truly echoes in our depths.
Do we see ourselves in those dancing motes?
Do we wonder for what we could have done in that delusion?
Do we want to see those fake entities revel in delight?

Why?
For fantasy itself.
For fantasy, too enjoys watching us.

物語は永遠に続く。 The story goes on forever,
か細い指を一頁目に戻すように As if returning a thin finger back to the first page,
あるいは二巻目を手に取るように。 As if putting a hand to the second volume,
その読み手が、現実を拒み続けるかぎり。So long as the reader continues to deny reality.

永久機関 - 少女帝国 Queen's Glass Game.

Sparkle

Chatoyant epidote.
Spessartine chrysoprase chalcedony,
Azurite lazulite kyanite,
Celestine nephrite.
Hauyne rubellite, almandine pyrope, kornerupine demantoid euclase.
Moldavite prase.
Aquamarine heliodor, goshenite peridot,
Cassiterite zircon prehnite.

~Opal spinel.

Solitary World

Gnarled black trees, soft white snow,
Frozen leaves on jagged boughs.
Red lights throb in synchrony,
On and off, bleeding light.
Chill winds sprint, rocks take flight,
Frigid winter symphony.
World left in its dying throes,
No one sees, no one knows.

Rusted chains, shattered glass,
Cold gales sing a gloomy mass.
Sharp dark cracks through slate-grey walls,
Eating stone, growing old.
Spiralled dust, circling mold,
Silent voids of crumbling halls.
Time defies the craftman's hand,
Dying building, deadened land.

Blinding dark, lantern light,
Candle piercing solid night.
Glimmers brighter than the sun,
Forest cold, abyss chill.
Stained glass shards, ever still,
Echoes of the past, now none.
Sleeping machines roar to life,
End of death, start of strife.

Turn of mind, phantom chime,
Things of all unearthly rhyme.
Twisted marvels brooding glum,
Clockwork tick, brasswork tock.
Broken jail, key and lock,
Naught heard save atonal hum.
Fearless Death takes final rest,
Dulce et decorum est.

Once time

Crimson, marigold, pale rose pink
Cobalt, nephrite, ultramarine.
Luminescence rippling over sound-soaked air.
Light rains on floating flowers, parasols twirling in a gaudy dance .
Sapphire, ochre, emerald green,
Fragments of rainbow falling from afar.
Such a sight, a feast of colours, palette of flowers.
-- Thoughts waft in vaguely.
Puce, mint, lavender, sienna.
-- Eyes drawn to cool sharp midnight steel.
-- Temptation. Copper shells waiting to be illuminated.
-- Look back down on crowded terraces.
Vibrancy. Life. Fire. Cheer.
More blooms of flames, stabbing the night.
Still the hand. Steel the finger -
-- A carnelian blossom joins the shining flowers.