The Heart had repaired what she damaged,
But finding The Mind was what she could not manage,
She was weak and feeling famished,
And it seemed like The Mind had vanished.
Suddenly, she felt the cold breeze whisper,
And hair on her neck stood like a whisker.
She turned to see The Mind, but somethings wrong,
He was with another man, and his images were gone.
The Mind held back his images, he knew they'd frighten,
So he gritted his teeth when The Wickeds grip tightened.
She ran forward and embraced her lover,
But felt nothing from him, not even a flutter.
He whispered, "You need to run, this man is insidious,
His intentions with all are just injurious.
He's not curious, he's not being nice,
He's luring you into the sharpened vice.
Seek out the wise, he knows what to do,
But don't let this man get to you, too."
The Wicked smiled warmly at The Heart,
She looked at both in horror, and tried to drift them apart.
The Mind had been struck with a hook in his back,
And The Heart began to cry when The Wicked whispered, "Attack".
The Mind crushed his teeth, and squeezed his fists,
Blood dripped from his palms only to land in the mist.
The Heart ran away without further hesitation,
And She looked back to see The Minds detonation.
She didn't know where The Wise was, or where he could be,
So she followed the city streets in her frantic flee.
She found The Wise, with The Wicked not far behind,
Seeing him brought her an immediate peace of mind.
He was where he was before, and had always been,
Meditating on his past experiences and sins.
The Wise learned from his past, and continued to be taught,
Every war he lost, and every win well fought.
The Heart broke down, and explained the newest event,
But The Wicked saw all, and the cold breeze he sent.
He appeared wherever it did land,
And when he showed up, The Wise extended his hand.
"Hello, young man, I've heard a lot.
I believe you have lessons I've yet to be taught.
See you've let the world turn you cruel,
I say this, because this life is a duel.
You can't back down, and getting hit hurts,
But you can't let the pain make you worse.
You've become a monster. Twisted and vile,
But you can go a long way with a simple smile.
You might be cruel, but you've always been truthful,
This is the sole reason your life has been fruitful.
You've stopped being brutally honest, and became brutal.
Living a life like this? It's an effort, but it's futile.
What's the point of being pointlessly mean?
There's so much more to life to be seen."
The Wicked was angry, not at The Wise.
Every mirror he saw he'd see darkness in the eyes,
He released The Mind, and apologized.
The Wicked lowered his head, and sighed.
The Heart collected her love, and they walked into the distance,
They began to make up for every last missed chance.
The Wicked was evil, and corrupted the youthful,
But when he met The Wise, The Wicked became,
Chapter 8 of Tragic Tales