Haiku Train

Down a dark night sky
The small moon shimmers dimly
Rabbits dash all over

Rabbits dash all over
From burrow to sandy burrow
Like shining luck’s hope

Like shining luck's hope
All twenty-six pairs finished
I have won your game

I have won your game
Of pointless, lost tug of war
Over our snapped twine

Over our snapped twine
The thin red strings of fate broke
And we have realized

And we have realised
the swan-flight over the lake
great loud beating wings

Spoiler

Wrote this one earlier:

Over our snapped twine
the ants scramble in zig-zags
their bodies shiny.

Great loud beating wings
The griffin has descended
Roaring with power

Roaring with power
Sunlight scatters on a plain
Burning a red hue

Burning a red hue
The disappearance of blood
Is revolution

Is revolution
A period of grey stars
Scattered through the sky

Scattered through the sky
Forgotten constellations
Stories forgotten

Stories forgotten
To old, brown forest leaves blown
Through stormy gullies

Through stormy gullies
My hollowness is bigger
A mind of glass breaks

(@Kelisot... your addition of my makes your first line six syllables and not five.)

A mind of glass breaks
When thrown to the dusty floor
Like an antique vase

(Oops... my bad)

Like an antique vase
Such a fragile life to mourn
My dearest loved ones