I am Alone again.
Sitting in my chilled, silent abyss of a room.
Folding, creating birds of wonderful fortune.
I hear the sweet melody of Malice Mizer and the foreign, gothic music of their blood starved massacres and visions of sneering madness.
Fold, straighten, and fold again, no longer posing an importance to ones mind.
Done.
The crane is placed next to the many I made before it.
Pick up another paper, delicately repeating the never ending process.
Fold, smooth, and fold again.
The same process again smeared with care and loneliness upon its red surface.
Alone again, how many times like before.
The song of misreables, laughter, and song speaks of loneliness, angels' voices in the air.
Forget the song, Forget the song, Focus on the birds of Blood.
A sigh escapes into the stilled, hollow room, lift one head and look from the corner.
Artificial light glowed coldly, giving the feet of a child a colour of pale white.
The saddened song of lost love, beyond a place one can't reach.
Gackt, Gacktu, Gachan, one of the same artists.
I see the sadness all around this place.
Again another done, sit with its fore cranes.
The group of red birds.
Sat in a row of eternal beauty.
100 at last count.
How many now rises in ranks?
The more I look at their beauty,
The more it is tainted by the tears and blood of a lone she-wolf.
Envy is the cousin of greed and the brother of wrath.
Now this one understands why that is so.
Scatter away, Scatter away.
Fly to the light away from the pity of this soul.
They were not alone, never alone like me.
My legs come closer, my arms met to embrace them.
A beautiful song of Lachrymal.
A true song of loneliness.
Song with voices of angels, violins, pianos mixed with drums, guitars and all things modern.
The cranes lay looking up at me.
No faces to show their hidden agendas.
Never Alone.
Those Cursed Cranes.
The ones stained red, the Cursed Blood Stained Cranes.
Wrath, my brother, show us the Wrath of your Black Cranes.
[This was Written by Invidia aka
invidiaxwolf]