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𝐒 𝐩 𝐞 𝐜 𝐢 𝐚 𝐥 | Poems?

⚠️— This is also a slight spoiler...

KIM ROK SOO

"Eternal Love"

We meet beneath distant skies,
Centuries and bodies that never endure,
But the thread that binds our souls
Crosses lifetimes, breaking every chain.

I’ve loved you in times I can’t recall,
In names that no longer belong to me,
And though fate makes us a secret,
My eyes are always reborn in yours.

We were kings, beggars, warriors,
Fugitives from a world that does not understand,
Each life separates us with fear,
The same fear that sets our hearts aflame.

I seek you in the shadows of other faces,
In bodies that were never our own,
And though love hides and grows weary,
We always return, even if far apart.

History forbids our embrace,
They condemn us to forget this desire,
But the soul knows no failures,
And in every reincarnation, I see you.

So we go on, life after life,
Forbidden love, cruel destiny,
But in each cycle, my wounded soul
Will love you in silence, as it did yesterday.

CALE HENITUSE

"Obsessive eternity"

We meet beneath skies I can’t escape,
Centuries and bodies that wear thin,
But the thread that binds our cursed fates
Tightens, even as I try to break within.

I’ve chased you in times I barely recall,
In names that no longer should be mine,
Yet, bound by chains of fate’s cruel call,
My eyes always find yours, time after time.

I’ve been a king, beggar, and broken warrior,
But you haunt me, slipping through my grasp,
Every life is tainted by this terror,
As fear ignites a love I cannot clasp.

I search for you in every stranger’s face,
In bodies that never truly fit,
This love, a ghost, with a twisted grace,
Pulls me back no matter how I resist.

History denies our fateful bond,
But I cannot forget, though I try,
The soul is tormented, dragged along,
And in each life, it’s you I still defy.

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"Love"

Love is something terrifying, more if you don't know how to love.

Destruction never learned to love correctly, he knew love was supposed to feel nice ; because it was the opposite of hate.

That knight was one of the first people he knew that taught him how to love without suffering.

Peace was always a good man. He gave him food, a shield and comfort. Even though destruction never said it out loud, he just being there was comfortable already.

But for him, love had always felt like a tightrope walk, a precarious balance between longing and fear. As a child, he watched from a distance as others shared laughter, warm embraces, and tender glances. He yearned for that connection but was haunted by the shadows of past experiences that taught him to keep his heart guarded.

In relationships, he stumbled, often misinterpreting kindness as pity and affection as obligation. He would find himself overthinking every word, every gesture, second-guessing the sincerity of smiles and touches. Each moment of vulnerability was a leap into an abyss, and he feared the fall would shatter him.

Destruction loved peace, but what he thought was love was fake, something he just thinks that was love, but it was a mere obsession.