Lulu

In the shadows of a moonlit night,  

Stood Katana, with heart contrite.  

His words like blades, sharp and true,  

Pierced the silence, as his love withdrew.

"Lulu," he spoke, his voice a gentle plea,  

"May you forget the hurt I imparted, set free.  

May every cruel word dissolve in the past,  

And every painful memory, fade at last."

His prayer echoed softly, on the night's cool breath,  

Hoping for healing, for her journey's breadth.  

For in forgiveness lies the path to grace,  

And in letting go, one finds a sacred space.

Katana, with love and pain intertwined,  

Yearned for her liberation, pure and kind.  

As moonbeams danced upon the silent ground,  

He whispered his wish, in solace profound.