She,
the beauty
gazed upon
He,
the beast.

To an avail
in that moment
of their youth,
of their lust,
of their passion.

They,
who in that moment,
shared not love,

but something more...

Something even the Universe cannot define.

All directions of wind
carry the howls of moon
across earth and sea.

Waking foul of air,
and beast of tree.

To me,
you are Athena.
Beautiful and strong and smart.
In every way.
And every way in between.

To me,
you are irreplaceable.

One of a kind.
A force to be reckoned with.

You hold a place in my heart,
that no one else can even remotely possibly imagine to fill.

You are my anchor in a wildly restless world.

In the best of times,
we make the worst team.

Yet in the worst of times,
we are the best of any.

Don't let this world weigh you down.

Remember that I am forever at your side,
whether you need me or not.

Through every dark hour.
And even the whitest lights.

Remember that I am here.
Right here.
For you.
Always and forever.

To infinity and beyond.

You are my sister.
Remember that I love you.

A hand over your eyes,
to surprise you.

A hand to your lips,
so that I can say those three words first.

A hand over your heart,
to warm it and to ease it.

A hand on your hips,
to feel you dance.

A hand on your soul,
to witness you full and true.

And not to forget...

My hand in yours,
to let you know,
that I will never leave your side.

That you are not alone,
when facing infinity.

And that I will love you,
for all eternity.

A hand offered in earnest,
to start a journey together,
in a world of endless possibility.

Long awaits the hour of death my son.

And so must be matched the minute of life.

Give it no heed to look it in the eyes,
as not to give it a gift of good health.

For it will take from you,
if presented the chance,
all that can be held close to heart.

Bring only 2 coins of gold pure.

One shall be given to the harbinger himself.

The other placed of center chest,
to deter and deflect his silver scythe.

Knock only once upon her door my child.
She takes not so kindly to a copy of one.

Unless if a twin you travel with,
in both body and hand.

Only then will she be so inclined to accept.

And when she does,
you must enter her humble abode.
Through a door of wooden gold.

Find what once was fog,
now a neon symphony.

Watch as she molds new creation.

Destined to meet old damnation.

So is the way of life,
in a cycle yet unbroken.

I tripped over my heart,
and fell into you...

****!

Now what do I do?