A challenger it seems did approach and spoke of things I know
by the tide in the night at sides of even glow,
Two can play this game of shame,
on the corner under street lights she waits in the pouring rain,
do you see it she pleads, this ice all around me
never melting never clearing never going astray.
and I, warm like the sun dying in an eternal slumber do weep at her gaze
in the somber twilit glow,
none shall know the pain of the flames that surround them, she and I,
drifting everlasting into deep serenity.Deep serenity where,
serenity herself has transcended that of which I know
as even glow sets in and of it sets us apart through the night,
in the night, traversing the dark pit's sorrow
as though there were none before.
aye as it were there is no more and no less of the feeling
undeniable,
indescribable,
even to that of the face of the being himself.
she and I, warm like ice and cold as a flame
drowned in that of ichor once known to hearts locked and bound by key and chain,
only this I do say, entwines that of which I know to be,
that which drives these ashes to burn.Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust,
return this, what I once had and still carry with me,
the fear of that which can befall my beloved,
the primal fear of being alone,
this is my one,
this is my only,
nothing will take her from me,
so I cannot "fear not".Eventually....
I'll have to ask the question I hold dear to me most
to the one most dear to me.
Return to,
My beloved,
Lit in the even glow
that of which I long
and that of which I know,
caress of feather,
not sharp but tender,
she is the love that, once I've made it known
will be for the rest of my life.There is....
what appears to be,
a purpose....
After all,
to what I once knew true before and ever after,
Forever and Always.
I
Swear it
By
My
Life, only she will know.Ashes Are Forever,
Dust Will Always Follow,
but I,
choose one to stand by,
death is nothing that can part.

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1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
PoetryHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...