In the quiet dawn, friendship blooms anew,  
A spark of trust, a bond so true.  
Yet, shadows lurk behind bright eyes,  
A whispered word, a subtle lie.  

Like autumn leaves, it falls so fast,  
A fleeting moment, gone at last.  
What once was woven tight and strong,  
Can unravel in a silent song.  

A single breath, a careless deed,  
Can plant the seeds of silent creed.  
And in the blink of an eye,  
Friendship fades, a soft goodbye.  

Hold tight, for wounds can heal or sever,  
Friendships fragile, lost forever.  
Cherish the moments, hold them near—  
For fast they fade, and disappear.

Smoke rolls in like mourning veils,
Darkening skies with ashen tales,
Chimneys weep their final breath—
A lullaby composed by death.

The steeple cracks, its bell unswung,
No choir left to sing the young.
Shutters blink with embered eyes,
As silence swallows fleeing cries.

The cobbled streets, once full of cheer,
Now echo steps of smoke and fear.
Shadows dance in orange bloom,
Choking life in every room.

A cradle scorched, a picture charred,
A garden turned to blackened yard.
Hope melts down in rivulets,
Carried where the flame forgets.

Yet through the ash, a whisper stirs—
A child’s hand, the past recurs.
For even towns that blaze and fall
Leave ghost-lights glowing in their call.

The burning town may fade from maps,
But hearts still beat in fire’s gaps.
And from the soot, if skies allow,
A phoenix dreams—rebirth, somehow.

In quiet grace, she walks the land,
With strength as soft as silken sand.
A heart of gold, a will of flame,
The stars themselves recall her name.

Mitsuki — morning's gentle hue,
A soul forever strong and true.
With eyes that see through storm and strife,
She threads her love through every life.

She speaks, and winds begin to still,
She dreams, and mountains bend to will.
The world, it leans to hear her song,
A melody both fierce and long.

She builds, she heals, she lifts, she leads,
A sower of the quiet seeds
That bloom in hearts too bruised to grow —
Yet through her care, they start to glow.

Not born to rule, yet still a queen,
In every act, so bold, serene.
No crown of gold, no throne of stone —
Her power lies in love alone.

O Mitsuki, your name shall stay
In whispered winds and break of day.
A woman vast as sky and sea —
A mirror of what we hope to be.