A group of haiku's that make a story

I move through the woods/

So quietly, the leaves fall/

But I might go back.


I stare back, sadness/

in my eyes, ravens pass by/

I wish I could fly.

Where would I go to?/

Not Edo of course, just north/

but I walk instead.

My Sword on my side/

the cold steal, is like my soul/

cold and heartless too.

I really do not know/

If to go back, is the best/

I will keep away.

My conical hat/

tilted to cover my face/

but why do I hide? 


I ponder and walk/

In hope to find an answer/

But I am still lost.

              -Le Chant Du Cygne 

The End

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