Dark Path Home: Path of the Western Lotus

The full moon hung high in the partially cloudy sky. Open fields broken up with crops of tall trees cast in a dull pale-blueish light, contrasted by deep black shadows. On the road all four directions were clear> A lone figure stood in the middle of the crossroads, holding a piece of paper towards the light. Waiting for a cloud pass. The moonlight pieced through illuminating the words, now glowing dull blue- white.

Upon the Harvest moon

Seal's broken deal done

Sing the song that shouldn't be s...