Intrigue
Why did the folk flee from him?
And why did they resort to her for help?
Why did they escape from its depth,
yet plunge in her own mystery?
She was darkness and he was the brightest light
Curiosity
Because he wasn't loved like her
Because his being spelt utter destruction
While she was the healer of a broken spirit
Mystique
Because she couldn't dance like him.
She watched him from the banks of a lonely river
His limbs tangling through the sky
into a cloud of black smoke
He was beauty
And she could only remain as flat as a mirror
Untouchable
She could not be touched
Because that would mean the end of their cycle of existence.
But he longed for it with a passion
that led him to dismantle canopies of trees
and kill the small creatures that squeaked at his approach.
Yet she remained, as flat as a mirror.
And thus he could see his reflection in her.
And it caused an endless question;
how could he see himself
in something that was so markedly different to him?
I complete him
The deadly thought
And she dared
Foolish
To brush
against his burning existence
Cold against hot
As she spread along the banks of her river
Rage subsided.
The feeling of complete peace before ones doom.
Time was dysfunctional
as his limbs crashed down.
She lapped up against him;
everything he longed to be.
And he realised as fire turned to smoke,
and smoke crumpled to ash,
she completed him
and thus he saw himself
And she realised as fire turned to smoke
and smoke turned to ash,
he completed her
and she destroyed him.
Oblivion
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Thankyou for reading!! This was just a random poem i whipped up while under my bed sheets
supposed to be sleeping lol!
If you enjoyed it you know what you can do ;)
xx MorganaVent :)
