He was no hero in this tale.
"No, he was the most hated of them all! "
Said the people behind those walls. He was hated for many reasons.
They didn't like the way his
hair was pink and light.
The way his skin was as soft and smooth.
And his
Eyes as red as crimson blood.
"Witch! " the parents yelled.
"Monster! " the children cried.
And "away with him! " the elderly commands.
I would always wonder why a beauty such as himself, my goddess, would be hated by nothing but a bunch of
Simpletons who were blinded
By their own selfishness.
But
It worries me more on how
gentle his smile was to such slander.
I've always believed that he was nothing like a witch, a monster,
Nor anything they claimed.
He treated me like he was an Angel. He saved me from my
Own damnation; just to lead me
Into his.
The way he spoke Made me feel like I was at peace
In paradise but the way his eyes
Would pierce onto my soul.
What a Fool I am. He never was an
angel after all.
Now, I've no belief in heaven Or hell.
But as soon as I tasted his lips onto mine, I felt like I
Was in both.
He showed me the Pleasure of my own demise with
Him and as painful as that sounds,
I was foolish enough to love it.
To Love him. Now I see what those
People claim him to be were true.
A monster that ate me alive.
A witch that put me under his spell.
A devil that made me give in to his
Temptation.
What's worse is that, I
am more than happy to fall deeper
Into his sweet lies.
And once the people has had enough of his mischievous Deeds they will come for his Head and mine as his pawn.
They will slay him without a second thought
but the Second that my time nears
Inch by inch, they will ask me
For my sins.
And the only thing I will say Is his name and his name only.
For He is the only sin the gods
above will ever see in the list
Of things I have done.
Because..
I am his sinner and he, is my
saint.
