It's been a hard story to follow.
Bloodstained and filled with sorrow.
Yours and mine, I know it's barely true.
But the present is pointing me back to the past, telling me that the answers reside in you.

Oh, I don't know where I'm going or even why.
But I am urged on by the command of your ever-glowing eyes.
It's hard to say if you ever took me from the darkness or pulled me further in.
But life goes on and the moon has shone again.

It's been a long road back here in the end.
Though I'm not sure what pulled me to do so, I can hear your voice among the wind.
And oh, the October breeze carries your scent.
It pushes me forward, though my mind is stuck in the past times we have spent.

I realize you're disappointed, and more than likely a little angry too.
But I would be furious if someone betrayed me the way I did you.
Did you know every step is filled with more regret?
Your words echo with everything else I won't forget.

I broke my promise, I broke your heart.
I spilled your blood, and I tore us both apart.
Would you be crestfallen or proud
To know I can no longer smile when I hear your name aloud?

I know this place, I know this ground.
I know these people, but it's empty without you around.
I know for certain, I have grown more wise.
October lies.

Ghost Forest

I marched into the woods, ignoring the 'No Tresspassing' sign.
Immediately got thorns in my jeans, but I had more importance on my mind.
Suddenly, I stumbled upon a hidden slope.
Down I went, balancing on fallen oaks.

I trekked on until I noticed my shoes begin to sink.
And before me was a sight I had never seen.
For beyond the hidden slope was something of a marsh.
I steered clear of the soaked underbrush without a single mark.

All the little water-filled leaves and moist ground
Led up to a loop of calm pools in circles all around.
Those pools of water were absolutely crystal clear.
It was obvious there was no human interference here.

It was getting dark and my breath was becoming shallow.
So, I turned back around, deciding I would return tomorrow.
But what is this that's caught my eye?
Quite the pleasent last-minute surprise.

It was a narrow river with a tree across it as a bridge.
My instinct taking over, I clammered onto it.
I followed the river banks, taking my time.
But then I noticed metal barrels lining the inside.

There was something of a story there, some small anicdote.
A long forgotten incident of many years ago.
Afterall, the path on the other side could have led to anywhere.
I'd have to follow it another time before my folks know I'm there.

I lost my way along the way back.
But the delay had a bittersweet impact.
My senses of direction were ever keen.
So, I made it home before my parents noticed anything.

I know I'll pay another visit,
To learn the ghost forest's secrets.
Curiousity is often trouble, but adventure makes up for the price.
For I'm dreaming of that lovely place even as I write.

My Best Friend

Because with the sun, a new hope will arise.
And over the horizen will come a perfect surprise.
Though we are ever so far apart,
In the night, we still linger under the same blanket of stars.
Fire will continue to burn
Like the flames of concern.
Because you always will and always have been. . .
My best friend.

Take Care of Our Lord

We stood around
An angel-shaped headstone.
On the ground
Were flower petals strewn.

The willows' leaves fell from overhead,
Gentely soothing the resting place of the dead.
We all knew there was no cure.
Only time could heal for sure.

The preacher asked us to bow our heads to pray,
And I couldn't believe what I heard him say . . .
It got me thinking about the great beyond,
And I couldn't help but remember that day by the pond . . .

If there is a God up there,
Please tell him to take care
Of my angel and my guardian,
Of my brother and my best friend.
And if he ever gets lost and wants to come back home,
You better send him back to where he belongs.
We need him in this world,
So please . . .
Take care of our Lord.

Inari's Son

He is the cursed one.
His fur and heart burns like the Sun.
He will not run away
Until he is sure she's safe.

No battle too big, no set of blades too sharp.
He was born to protect and protect he does.
He throws himself into neverending misery just to see her smile.
He makes no complaints, only breaks down every one and a while.

With a sword of light,
He will save her life.
Even if he has to take a bullet to the chest,
She will never forever rest.
At least not without him by her side,
Holding her hand in the afterlife.
And we are the blessed ones,
Who stand before Inari's very son.
Our savior has arrived,
Here to make sure she survives.

A millions wounds she has that shall never truly heal.
And only they understand the way the other feels.
It's like a matching game
Gone just a little insane.

Thrown together by fate.
Pulled closer by trust.
The fear of yesterday
All just turns to dust.

With a soul of Inarian light,
He will save her life.
Even if he has to have his heart break in his chest,
She will never be forgotten, never left.
At all costs, he stands by her side,
Holding her hand for dear life.
And we are the blessed ones,
Who stand before Inari's very son.
Our savior has arrived,
Here to make sure she never cries.