While Jake was nursing his broken head, Byron was nursing his broken heart.The journey to the hospital was a silent and tense one."Why Jake?", Byron almost laughed at the sight of his friend as he turned to face him, blood all caked to his head, Jake was always a ***** when it came to physical pain. "She swore me to secrecy buddy, she was going to tell you when the cottage was finished. It was a fluke, i saw her at the hospital and she *had to tell me".
A sudden pang of guilt hit Byron, as he looked at the gaping wound on Jakes head. Now, every time he would see the scar, he would remember how it got there. Being a shrink at the hospital had its perks, enabling the two disshevelled men to bypass reception and straight to triage.Byron was beginning to wish he'd brought his laptop with him, he was so bored to the point where he actually contemplated going home."YES, at last", "Jesus bud we've only been here half an hour".
After much deliberation, Byron finally made it home. He headed straight for his laptop. A strange and curious thing to do. Still stained literally from blood sweat and tears. *Ping, a dozen messages on Beautiful Words. Some from his good friends on there,Vampyric, Jester, Lady Luck and, "Yes", Maiden."Dearest Phantom, its been a few days and i know you're uneasy, i can sense it somehow, i meant it when i said i was here for you, feel free to contact me on here, or by email.Kind regards, Maidenx" Byron found his thoughts wandering towards Holly, Maiden, such a sweet, girly name. He began to wonder what she looked like, blonde?, brunette maybe?.
He started writing, writing a poem, for Maiden, he found himself imagining her with pale skin, soft burlesque curves, and, red hair! Real fiery, Megan red, he could feel that little knot at the pit of his stomach, that age old electric shock, the one that felt so good, yet carried with it a sense of dread. A seed opening up, pupating slowly, like a butterfly, eventually becoming a million butterflies,...........

Would ye remember me,
If I fell into Deaths embrace.
Or would you soonest forget,
I ever dwelt within thy place.

Could you soonest know me well,
Of this man I used to once be.
Maybe yon memory would fade,
Until I was, at last, forgotten by thee.

And aye, mine words may live again,
Thy words may be revisited once more.
This World could rediscover the beauty of poetry,
Where begging to read, could, nay; shall implore.

The minds will be opened, all poets then blessed,
Where people will think, and come to ponder.
Books once again shall opened, and enjoyed,
As the best of thee, through words from yonder.

I am here, and I wonder
My mind begins to wander
I am somewhere else, with you
Forgotting the things I went through

Your words, they always touch me
Thoughts of you set me free
If only I could envision your face
To have your beauty I could trace

Take me away from all this sadness
Rid me of my inner most stress
I feel emotions that are ready to strike
Here I am, I wonder what do you look like