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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The curse of an ugly darling and her invisible shadow struggling for the warmth light and the ease in the dark night. She is the lightening in the clouds; a distant flash followed by the sound of an unwavering silence. A heroic sufferer trudging through a plaguing odyssey. Untouchable and unreachable yet, undoubtably, a touched thought at arms length. I am the bringer and the betrayer of her harboured suffering For which she will always endure as long as our faces do not meet. We are one with different eyes, halves with one soul, two perspectives of the same experience. She feared her anger would control her madness and sentence her to a life of suffering. As it did, I thrived in a lawless land cruising at the speed of light to planets of fire and meadow gardens whose walls were merely waterfalls. I crushed crystals into my tea and meditated in the skies with the breeze as my throne. No spear or strike, nor sickness or injury ever grounded my destiny for the light. It was I, who built stones of civilisations that broke in a fit of jealous treachery: who brought a knightly freedom to those she enslaved: who locked her away, in a galaxy far away. Our temples are crumbs now, a mythical remembrance to a forgotten past power. Her tragedy bounds for another world As my throne is nothing but a wild imagination of an invisible realm hidden within the skies of reality. I am now a mosquito on warm waters and she is the fear-mongering dragon. Beware the orange light you see on the horizon For her spells of fire will burn your vitality to ashes and ashes Until you are nothing more than rising steam or settled dust.
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