Kurodojunichi

Why do you come? O Holy Angel Why do you come? I cannot I cannot possibly touch you Made of such fine porcelain I simply cannot Your beauty consumes me Consumes my lust I wish only to look upon your form Forever Else, let me be consumed By ravenous beasts And bloody Hellfire I wish She speaks to me With voice melodious Like the trumpets of heaven She speaks "Why dost though stand be-clothed And yet More naked than I Who wears naught But the light of the moon?" Her eyes Orbs of glittering topaz Flawless Colourless Settle upon me it is as if They are branding me Scolding I say nothing I can do nothing Petrified

Juliana was the princess to a great dynasty. She lived in big castle on a hill that overlooked the whole town. Juliana would often accompany her father when he sat on the balcony at night to see the city illuminated by the dim lights by which families had their suppers. The king had lost his wife when she gave birth to Juliana, but although he had no other children, he was not sad. "I love you with all of my heart, and will only do what is best for you," he said to the princess one night, wearing the smile of a proud father and a noble, contented king. Winters came and left the royal gardens in sheets of sparkling white. Spring followed alw