Poetry: Whispers of Yuki Larrone
They didn’t know how to disappear.
Word of mouth spreads like a disease
Rumours filled the air with smoke
too thick to breathe.
Blind secrets too sick to leave
Any and everything under the sun
could be whispered about Yuki Larrone.
A creature of the moon.
Bringer of sunshine doom.
But no one really knew
Those were just secrets, just some
whispers we knew of Yuki Larrone.
No one heard the screams.
The nights spent sobbing at the stars
and days spent drawing Daisy scars
Flowers that saw more of the sun
than the beautiful face of Yuki Larrone.
They would never understand.
Through the foggy mystery
There lay a hazy history
A past of twisted rainbow fun
was all we knew of Yuki Larrone.
