Lament of the Nine-Tailed
Added 2025-09-12 20:12:53 +0000 UTCUnder the crimson moon's cold gaze,
On snow-veiled tiles, I perch alone,
Nine tails flicker like forgotten flames.
Sake spills from porcelain lips,
A shallow dish cradles my endless thirst.
Centuries whisper through frost-laced pines,
Youth clings to my fur like morning dew,
Yet lovers fade: some felled by blade,
Some crumbled to dust in time's cruel sieve.
Their echoes haunt the night—warm breath turned mist.
Oh, foolish mortal hearts that bloomed and withered,
Why bind yourselves to one who walks beyond the stars?
I drink to ghosts in silken robes,
To promises broken, to beds grown cold and empty.
The moon bleeds red; my tails number the graves.
Comments
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ArtMiner
2025-09-13 04:47:34 +0000 UTCVery Thoughtful and Serious, are these your words ArtAiMiner?, there's a lot to glean from this tale. Thank you 😘
SPARK352
2025-09-12 22:22:57 +0000 UTC
