love and loss

Beauty in the beast

Don’t go any closer,
You know not what I am…
The moon so full,
it rises.
A beacon,
one of evolution,
The thirst,
The pain,
The hunger.
I deny,
I resist,
Yet if I do,
I will die
Under the Hallow’s Eve moon.

I fight as it begins:
The pain. I shiver,
As claws grow from my fingers,
Under the unholy light.
It will overcome me soon,
My thirst will be quenched,
My hunger will be no more,
Please, my love,
Stay, I forbid you not,
By my hand, you shall die,
Back away,
I wil emerge,
Under the hallow’s eve moon.
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Forgive me love,
This must happen,
seeing your lifeless eyes,
blood on my hands,
what have I done,
Your agonized cries,
They put tears in my eyes,
I throw the gun to the ground,
Rivers of blood wash over me,
The silver, I use, to kill my love,
Now you’re free,
I feel your soul,
wrapped around me,
under the blood soaked moon.
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My love,
I forgive you,
Please do not,
Freely live your life,
Don’t feel guilty,
You freed me,
I love you more than anything,
I wish you could hear me...
please, dont…
A silver bullet,
cradled gently in a hand,
Please, my love,
do not do this,
As under the full moon,
The trigger was pulled.
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I hate word limits.
Heres another poem, I made after the theme of Mirror, Mirror
Mirrors. They are typical items, they just simply show your reflection. But, what if, per say, our reflections were protecting us.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, tell me but of it all.
Mirror, Mirror, show me all, move my reflection against the wall.
Mirror, Mirror, ever so small,
Show me the world, I must see it all.
Mirror, Mirror, take me in and swap with she,
my shadow, my reflection, my only me.
Show me the world, the cursed world,
where they roam.
The forgotten ones, those unknown...

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This is a mock convo for a story I am writing, See Mcdazzle's Dragon princess for more info (Paired stories! :) )
Mock Convo. (It is a story-ish setting, btw)
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Fire. It is a provider of warmth and light. Light. How I hate it. It burns, I can feel it crawling, surging towards my darkened heart. A creature of Darkness. A mistake is what they called me. A failed… experiment. A demon. I feel myself shuddering violently. Why’d I take the blast.
The moon showered down light, as I looked towards the ocean. My arm ached as I looked down. The battle has left many injured, some dead. Why do I feel this… compassion? I am a demon… a monster… and this is what I deserve. I cringe slightly as I gently touch where I was burned. The humans have now had light essence, proving deadly to only few. But they knew I was there. Why did they want me dead? Tears threatened to escape as I ignored the burning.
    “Hi Amache!” Linet said, fluttering down from her dragon form, landing next to me. I turn away, not wanting her to see me in this state.
“Hello my Queen.” I stutter out, hiding my pain. Linet sighed as she leaned on the balcony.    
    “You don’t need to call me that. Just call me Linet.” She smiled kindly. I gasped as I felt the light essence boil on my side. Linet looked at me, alarmed.
    “Why did you lie? If you had a wound, you should have told us!” She said, annoyed.
    “I would be a waste of material.” I said, tears now threatening to escape.
    “You would not! Now come over here so I can look at it!” She said, a smile playing on her lips. I looked up, revealing my sorrowful face. Her expression changed to a frown as she looked at me intently. I looked back down, my small flicker of hope gone.
    “I know… I look ugly. I understand if you don’t care anymore…” I muttered turning around to leave. She grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, her eyes looking in mine.
    “Why would you say something that stupid?” She said, her expression hard but gentle. I looked down, guilt flooding over me. I felt a warm embrace, as she wrapped her arms around me. My eyes widened in shock. I didn’t move as she let go, backing away.
“You look as if you never had a hug before!” She gasped.     
    “Only once…” I said, looking down, embarrased. She lead me inside the room as a doctor came in and looked over the wound. Silence filled the room, as she healed the cut. I winced as they bandaged it, the leather tight around me. Linet smiled kindly as she thanked the doctor for her help. The woman stared at me as if I had two heads, as she left.
She muttered, “Why is a demon helping us…” That word. Demon. How powerful. Linet appeared to have not heard the nurse’s words.
“So, I’ll leave you be for a while..” Linet said quietly, as she jumped off the balcony.
I sit down on a couch, letting my thoughts run free.
    ‘Demon...’ A voice snickered somewhere in the depths of my mind. I frowned as venom burned in my throat. ‘Why do you ignore me? I am your master. Your creator.’
My blood boiled as I heard the voice again, trying to control me once more. ‘Why won’t you kill the queens? You could have all the power in the world.’
    ‘Because I’m not you!’ I shouted in my head. Shadows spurted from the walls, as my anger grew.
    “Amache. Calm down.” A soothing voice said, the being’s eyes glowing gold through the wisps of darkness.
    “I-I can’t go back...“ I said, shaking from fear. A panther of black lept from the shadows, and padded over, curling up on the couch. She purred, the sound loud but gentle. Her vibrant eyes looked upon mine, connecting our souls. She blinked slowly as she growled deeply.
    “Amache. You musn’t lose yourself. Fight him, but you will need help from the queens.” Sighing sadly, I leaned towards her, giving in to her warm embrace. “Your brother is evil now. So if you decide to kill him, you will become him. Without any emotion.”. I pressed myself against her fur, welcoming her protection. My heart fluttered, as I realized what happened. I feel more than hate or sorrow. I am wanted. They love me as a sister. Tears slivered down my cheeks as I smiled. Maybe fire isn’t so bad.