Once upon a dream, six Suns behind, I wandered the midnight, on tracks of a train that went from South Detroit to anywhere, presumably westward, to the way of a distant Leo I was courting.
I recalled how Suns set to the West, as the words of Xandria and Robert Frost had crossed my mind, echoing in the confounding darkness of starlight. My life is one of many paths, though the one trodden black was the right way. I lost my way in taking the one less travelled by.
As I turn my gaze from the Moon to the rails, that's when I noticed it first, "The Moon, " the card of my zodiac. As the haunting vocals of Dianne van Giersbergen echo a harrowing end to infinite dreams and loss of innocence.
Upon another night, as three Suns had passed, dark of Soul and absent from a different Leo's solar light, I took the river-path, downtrodden as city lights mirrored off the waters black, my tears drowned by the mighty waves.
A vision so grim had crossed my mind, flashing past my eyes like the blackened steel of my knife through my gut as my thumb pressed its release. But then I stop as a voice from aback calls to me through my mind.
He introduced himself as Tsukuyomi and stayed my hand as he said that it was not the night to have patience for three nights longer, before I acted so rashly, as I found days later I had been absolved and my honour restored.
Under a wolf moon, after another Sun as the moon was glowing crimson, I basked in its light, bathing my body and sword in the blood of the Yokai Moon God, Tsukuyomi letting him piece my shadow into my soul, cleansing it as the merge occurred.
And yet when the tumour mutated upon the very place I planned to plant my steel into a rose of Seppuku, I found a sudden appreciation and powerful zeal for beginning life anew as I became The Ghost in The Moon.
And using your light, it cured me of my plight. I had just begun to meet you, my Leo of the nearly passed, as the dusk of the previous was approaching.
As I wrote this verse only one Sun ago, having conquered disarray, disaster, and even Death, I realize though we were destined to be distant; we were destined for each other, my Amaterasu.
Though worlds apart, we stood side by side as lovers in heart. As I am not only a ghost, nor am I a man, I was your Tsukuyomi. Yes, you were at my side all along, my guiding sunlight.
And as you faced the west, I shone, reflecting your light o'er Eastward, hence why they call my way the Starboard. And in our futures, we would meet again...
Yet now, six suns have passed, and the night is over as you rise O'er Eastward, with me fading on the horizon yonder the Lion's Gate.
As we greet the piper at the gates of Dawn heralding the first star of Fall, I sing to you farewell as I make my peace with the end of Dusk, head held high and honour restored.
Before you, I never knew a night could be six days long. The darkest of which was three nights ago.