A Tale as Old as Time
Pain is soft. It covers you like a blanket and seeps into your bones until it is a dull thread. Anger is rough. It pulls at you and fights for control. Yet they go hand in hand. I hold both. I have pain in my fingertips and rage in my bones. Yet I have love in my heart and death in my bag. I am revenge; I will not rest until I have found my one. I have known many names and faces. I have been everyone, but none of them have been me. Until I met her, she was me, and I was her. She was so young—too young. I was the forest, and she was the daffodil. She was my new beginning, and I was her eternity. She would let me, but I am patient. Another hundred years is nothing; I will wait an eternity for her. She will return; I am sure it is impossible not to. She can't live without me. I am as much her as she is me. We are one, and when the time comes, she will fall into my arms, and I will ruin those who have hurt her. I will watch with love in her eyes as I do it all for her.
The One I Can’t Leave Behind
Love is dangerous. It controls your mind and moves your limbs. Death is comfort. It holds your hand and guides you. I am both; I have love in my limbs and death in my blood. Yet I have pain in my lungs and anger in my bones. I am forgiveness, and I will not rest until I have found him. I saw him once in a hail of blood and fury. He was both angry and peaceful. He was perfect, but I was scared. I am young; he is as ancient as the gods. I am young, like humans. He found me; I was safe. However I am called; I must go create beacons. A god needs me, so I must go. I must help, and I will, but I am stuck. I want him again; it has been so long. I am his, and he is mine; that will never change. I will always find him once I am free. I am nothing without him. I will fall into his arms, and he will hold me. He is calm, but his eyes scream revenge and hate. I will watch him burn the world with love in my eyes, and when he is done, I will fill him with acceptance, and we will do the same dance forever.