Descending Flower

A thousand floating petals, they descend upon in beautiful chaos.

Enemies that one were friends,
Gracefully cutting through our defences, leaving us exposed and subject to their cruelty.

No matter how strong we have become, constant attack will eventually our guards will break, time is short.

Decisions appear before us, fall to the petals in the wind, or cut through elegant destruction that flows toward us.

There is no right, there is no wrong, there is only you.

There is only you…