下面只是我的作品而已，希望魔圆人都能看到（未经允许禁止转载）

下面只是我的作品而已，希望魔圆人都能看到（未经允许禁止转载） I drag my feeble form out of bed, To face the path with mounting dread. The faces flash, yet none I know, A list of names I can't place though. The school bell fades behind my tread, On this bridge where her words once spread: "Be strong, my friend"—like blooms cut short— I'm but a sand in time's report. The railings twist to lace-like thread, A witch's low cry fills empty head: "No sage you are, no role to play—" Till rose-bright shafts slice her false display. When ribbons dance in brittle air, The witch flames high in fierce despair. The gunner bold, the archer keen, They draw me back from death's unseen. My fears dissolve like morning dew, Where golden heroes stand in view. Their ribbons sway with purpose bright— Might I too wield such sacred light? The scourge lashes the broken stage, The storm inverts to forge a cage. A pink star bleeds in wrathful gale, Yet grips the sky's trembling sail. My love departs on winds unkind, But firm resolve roots in my mind. Make a contract, soul to extract, I wove with shields, time to retract. Walking on the rotating gear, I have already conquered fear. Lashing at me is her loud cries, Judas-kisses in angel's guise. Day by day, my mind wear thin, Fancy’s gold now tarnishes tin. None can grasp my silent fight— Yet still I vows to wield the light. Brass shells weave out their hollow song, The gun’s roar proves the weak grow strong. All witches ash in fire's flame, Grenades bloom where they once have lain. The sky weeps black, towers fall, Countdown rings the theatre’s start all. I arm my heart, the foe to slay— To fight until my pulses decay. Rockets pierce through the icy air, Mortars etch their vengeance there. Flames and flashes engulf performer, All-round assault's in vain however. Low laughter spreads its chilling sound, Magic missiles flutter around. I close my eyes, await the end— Reincarnation's final bend. "So here I stand, because of you, Thanks for that you’ve braved and knew. A friend so true, a guardian rare, In your courage, I find my prayer." Causality's threads unfold below, A bond unbroken—dazzling its glow. No words are needed, your heart speak clear, "I'm here, my dear, nothing to fear." The power of Goddess bursts in might, Pink light flickers, soft and bright. With hopes and dreams through endless time, Arrows flow, then leave no sign. White gown flutters, void's embrace, Her golden pupils gleam with grace. She is all girls, yet none at all; A name erased, a silent call. This scarlet thread—all that remains, While light dissolves her mortal chains. The silk still warm, her pulse now fled— A god's last trace: this fading red. Her hand pulls back—one inch, one year— A trembling breath, a vanished tear. "Never regret," she breathes so near, Your fate blooms—but I'll hold it here. (for Homura Akemi) 另外图片画师的twi：misteor_online，图片经过特殊处理