Princess Ninja

"To know beauty is to know life and death" Passing wind while gliding through the forest trees, her sword reflected sun-beams on the potpourii of cherry blossoms, illuminating the moss of pink and white petals that painted natures lawn; a colorful carpet of fragrant flowers. Coming into the cool breeze of sundown, evenings back-ground outlined her white dress, shifting and sailing abroad vibrant constellations of nights candle-lights, soon to return her lively victim to a distant place before birth. Near the black waters of the moons well in the after hour, I waited silently for her footsteps to surface the salt-smeared sands. Not knowing her eyes were behind me, jaded thoughts traveled through my penetrated spine, as I ascended into adjectives of afterlife. Johnny Sumler Write It Deep And Dramatic, Please 9-5-11