The frozen lake is where I stand,
Whispering sweet nothing to the boy at hand,
The time it took,
And with one small look,
A stab in the heart took a page out of the book.
The dance was soft,
Simple and sweet,
But the sky was grey,
Not blue,
Not green.
And for it is a truth,
Time does not reverse,
The blood and love,
That was spilt,
In the darkest of the light.
So I danced with the dead,
The one I loved even when I slept,
The dearest,
The fairest,
The kindest of them all.
Kageyama Tobio.
The one I loved most of all.
But the death was painless.
Because my love new.
That I was the one with the knife in hand.
And for that he brew.
All the courage he could muster.
Because it was I.
The one who killed the blue.
