She was always told she had a gift
She could discover everyone's other half
Those lucky couples would never drift
Or stray from their destined path
They would stay together
Forever and ever
Until the day they die
Their love a song
An old melody
A beautiful lullaby
She never understood how she did it
But found out the day of her eighteenth year
While lying in her bed, she dreamt a dream
That filled her with terror beyond any fear
She was burning in a blazing fire
The thick flames were hot
As they roamed her skin with heated desire
She squirmed and screamed
Scratching where the burning bore
Then a soon as it came, it had seized
Her body wet from sweat and bones so sore
A man stood above
Watching and she gasped to catch your breath He then spoke his voice like velvet
"You'll be the most beautiful Cupid yet."
Though she was confused, she could not speak Her throat was too dry from the strain of her screaming
Her body had then grown heavy
Her limbs felt too weak
And all too soon she was back to dreaming
She woke to the sun shining through her curtains
Birds chirped lightly
But what lie on her pillow
Next to her head
Made her blood turn icy
There on her pale blue pillow lay a large white feather.
