Buddha's Lotus

My howls waved through the Night
- my Buddha;
you whispered: come with me
-- my poor Lotus.

Come, so I did;
tears, but They started to shed.

Once the Flower bloomed so sweet;
once They embraced, even my feet.

That was all before The Night,
when blades still glared in the Light.

Now the Battle is over
-- so is my Sword;
now the Lotus is Home
-- so is my Lord.

-- By Jackie Shen