沙場上 - 拔刀齋的獨白
我輕輕揮袖
驚起一隻
紅色烏鴉
啣起黑色人骨
朝冬月般的斜陽 漸去
是鮮血滲滿羽翼
烈火燒盡殘骨
冬寒封殺了暖意?
還是
劍嗆啷墮地
我 再也分辨不出
黑白暗明
--
Nothing but mortals here, their limbs thrashing, being pulled by
puppet strings, guitar strings. Sweat pouring down from them,
like tears for all those things that they no longer had tears for,
as they threw themselves against their own invisible demons.
~ by Stumbleine - Another Midnight -