This tale is true and mine -
A meeting over many miles
hid by anonymity. No one
knows more than
you want them to know.
And so we shared it all.
She of Syracuse and
I of Ephesus
Made one once more.
A meeting of two souls
who never felt more whole.
Synonmously different ~
Unconditional love struck
from animosity. 18 and 14;
whole and broken. Complete.
A threatening storm shattered
the happy life I found.
A black widow
spreading her poison through
the soul of the innocent.
A silent scream rang out,
heard only hundreds of miles
away. Life-filled wine dripped
down unto the carpet
-a promise broken.
The dark and frigid air
warms my body beneath the
heart-shaped moon. I long for
the sleep that moves like a river.
I only want to sleep...and suddenly
I am rescued with hatred. Anger
awakening me from my
dilusions. Once again,
I am saved.
From the darkness of the
verdant grass swallowing all my
hopes and my dreams...
And suddenly, in the night, a bud
opens to become a beautiful flower....
Winter gives birth to spring and suddenly
I am alone in my rebirth. Blood drips from
my sword...the sword I use to spread
my message strong and true
across the lands. And then suddenly...
I fly. Far across to another land. A
land of ancient people. Upon this trip,
all I can think about is the pain that comes
from seeing the person I care so deeply for
being abused and used. My sword works
faster....spreading my thoughts like a
plauge upon society. Upon my return
to the reality of my webs, I go on acting
as if nothing has changed. My best friend
is still mine, my pain is no longer, life is
well. Five moons pass by and everything
changes. Our friendship is no more. Within
that time, I meet a knight in rusted armor.
While he is not the best, he is chivilarous
and mine. I know....happiness.
When our friendship whithered and died
I learned of true freedom. Then, I met a
vampire in disguise. Lillian, she called
herself, though her given name was Nicole.
A month and a half of sheer pain, though
she was only truly mine for half.
Once my pillows were washed and I felt
whole, I met a princess dressed in black.
A beautiful girl whom I wished to protect
with my whole heart. And so I did.
While the black widow still watches,
waiting to crush my happiness with
her poison, I no longer let her. I am
at peace, I am happy, I have risen above
all that she threw at me and all that I have
thrown at myself.
For once in my life....
It's good to be me.