SAILORMOON STORIES ± WRITING MAIN

As I sit here in my crystal palace
I look out of my windows
and watch the seasons change then pass
The white snow covers your tomb
Soon after the spring rains fall nurishing the earth
Then the wild flowers dance gently in the breeze
And suddenly the trees change their colors
and the cycle starts again
year after year
I sit and watch
And think of what should have been
Our wedding day,
that day where we would have both been so happy
You watching our little girl grow up,
to become the woman that she fights against becoming
while waiting for you
You've missed so much
The throne is so lonely
The seat next to me so empty
You should be there next to me
But instead you are in that pure white tomb.

- Dee

SAILORMOON STORIES ± WRITING MAIN