Chapter VI: The Ghost
From then, the day have ended.
Of the pain once arisen,
Though it's fair to say none's dread,
Darkness, the night has fallen.
As Kaito goes to bed,
Thoughts rise again when one writes,
Though he tries to rest his head,
Still bothered by blinding lights.
He begins to close his eyes,
From the darkness comes the light,
Though his world was full of lies,
Ne'er before colors at flight.
He spawns in an alleyway,
In the street, a group passes,
A group of six as they say,
A different world rises.
To the school, he then goes to,
He feels an aura before,
Opposite what lacks to flow,
A strong bond forevermore.
Surrounded by friends as seen,
A man with no beard so cool,
Though he long like what had been,
He can't have it, so cruel.
Like looking in a mirror,
There's so much differences,
It's hard to say it's dearer,
Than to say such offences.
Drops of tears start to subside,
From his empty eyes so dark,
Should have been him, should he bide,
Bitten bad like from a shark.
"It is hard to see such things,
So why am I here right now,
Such grace and goodness it brings,
Like fruitful seeds that shall sow.
Unlike its utmost product,
It's just full of bitterness,
Thou the hurt that has deduct,
Nothing more than abruptness."
Though he wakes up from the dream,
Feverish yet it's New Year's,
Blurry it is as they seem,
Flowing oneself into tears.