The moment I fell in love was the moment I was completely and utterly destroyed.
Loving him was my greatest pain.
He filled me with emotions I had never felt before, desires I had never dreamed of, but worst of all, hopes that could never be forfilled.
In the short time I had know his sweet love, I knew that I would never love again.
Humans live such short lifes and what broke me more was that his was even shorter.
The contract, that I wish was never forfilled, was forfilled on his 15th year on earth, and I had to take away the only soul I needed, away from myself.
His lifeless body was now like a dolls. So angelic, but it was missing the light of life.
I lifted the body and burried it. I hid the blue ring, which contained a hint of his soul, close to the grave and every year I visit him.
I loved him dearly. I still love him. Yet he is gone and will never return.
My beloved master.
My master, the one and only.
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His master, the one and only. (A poem)
PoetryHis love for his master was strong but it all came to an end way too soon. The sorrow he had to bear was undescribeable. The now boring life as a demon was no comfort for him. Making contracts were dreadful and his loss was great. Every year he cam...
