I stand alone under a full moon,
Trapped by the intoxicating desolation of the empty night.
I watched stars fade out and die,
Disappear into the void, consumed,
By suffering and sadness, woe and misery.
I opened my arms, let the shadows eat out my heart,
Let the oblivion fill my soul, with each breath I took.
My eyes, alas, could not shed a single tear,
They had burned out.
Yet the air around me shimmered with a haze,
A haze of pain, of silent screams and horror unexpressed.

I touch the warm embrace of fire,
Let the flames touch my defiled skin,
I watch in awe as the fire accepts what the world so desperately rejects,
Let the dancing fingers envelop my flesh,
I watch as I die,
Rotting inside and out,
I ride the Darkness,
I feast on solitude,
I thrive on the wine of loneliness.
Is it only pain that keeps me alive?

Why couldn’t you have left me,
Why did you have to interfere?
You could have let me stand underneath the full moon,
Watched me howl and drown myself in despair,
Let me unravel and fade away,
Slowly into the darkness of the night.

Why did you have to step in,
And turn around my life?
The illusion of a better tomorrow,
Is a trap that you lured me in.
The bitter poison of an emotion best caged,
Is the one that you exposed me to.

Yet even now,
As I learn to live as a shade again,
As I howl at the full moon,
I realize these are bitter rants,
On a withered soul.
A warrior is most vulnerable when he is injured,
And the one who saves his life,
He is indebted to that one.
He pledges not only his sword,
But also his soul.
Yet the saviour,
How is it any different for her?
Her task is to save, not to nurture.

I am sinking,
Into an obsidian pool,
Buried somewhere deep in the crevices of my mind.
Or is t something that transcends my identity,
A sliver of an entity that is so refined,
That the pool in my dreams,
Is a pale reflection of what it truly is.
As I sink into the dark waters,
The stars that shine above fade away,
As the darkness claims what should never have been,
The joyous moments we shared deluged.
I watch, impassive.
The pool of oblivion cleanses me of the taint,
That emotion smothers on all those who fall prey to it.
In the backdrop, a desolate aria snakes its way,
A song without words, lust and longing lent expression,
As it plays, I can see you, fade away,
The water purges your traces away from my soul,
And all I may do is watch you go away,
Perhaps, this is for the best.
Mortal men, caged by the demons of their past,
Should not wander to close, to divine beings like you,
Lest, like me, they burn and wither away,
In the fiery embrace of unrequited love.
For tonight however,
The pool shall remake me again.

You boop my nose,
and kiss my mouth.

You hold my hand,
and put my mind at ease.

You leave bruises on my neck,
and make me happy.

I do these things for you too,
and it makes you happy.