Vines of time.

Vines,
rise from the grove,
curl...
around the night watchman,
with his spears risen, covered in dust.

Two Shamisen players,
under the willow tree.

It rains,
Flowers bloom bright red.

It dries
Hearts covered in stone.

Brains, heads, severed...
rolling,
still comprehending the painting of the world;
knights rolled around in mud...
black knights moving on a chess board.

Vines,
wrap...
around the metal,
and shields.

Vines,
wrap...
around the board
and pieces.

The strumming continues,
laughter outside the tea house,
the kings in the corner.

Watchmen brought
closer to the earth,
the towns people's
hearts now wrapped up
in vines
and cold stone.

The strumming heightens.

The kings in the corner,
with his back to the vines.

Vines,
surround the palace,
and the king cries,

Vines,
embrace the king,
like a mother.

Vines
laugh like a jester
...fool.
the strumming...
stops.