Only Mine

Presenting black on faded gray,

A life was born and slipped away,

Then held me as an ancient page,

left to die, to rust, to age.


A flower spun between the skies,

And stayed beneath a pink

disguise,

Until I brought my life to you,

and felt the petals bleeding too.

Return the jester to his queen,

Deny love to intervene.

Now, leave the spikes to carve his

death.

No heart was there,

No heart was left.


Indeed, the years sped by like

trains,

I caught the sunshine in my veins,

Between the heat, the edge, the

pain,

I found true love but once again,

My claws were out- but old and bent,

The bones were broken-they were

gray.

That's all I could see that day.


But true to honor, bound to oath,

I found a new hatred to loath,

A circled age of boundless dread,

I found one heart that never bled.


Sadness grips and kills,

and tears out my stubborn will.

Despite the lack of sympathy,

I took the petals home with me.


The flower bloomed,

but never grew.

And like the petal, I died too.

I swore on gods as old as times

and finally now,

I'm only mine.