Ink Dyed the Paulownia Frost That Year

It began with a glance across the banquet hall at a birthday feast.

She gave her heart to the inkstone, while he swept his brush across the page.

Frost rarely falls in the south, but that night it coated every branch.

Days without light, schemes and intrigues, twists and turns,

then another cycle. In the end, Heaven still favored her,

clouds parted to reveal the sun. "The Other Side" had yet to reach its final chapter.

Theme: A spontaneous burst of inspiration, written on a whim