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Bane
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There was once an ebon butterfly, the Queen of All.
She flew between fields of poisonous Hemlock, looking for some to gather.
The fatal liquid I was to ingest.
Time had severed the connection between my mind and heart.
So, it was impossible to notify my heart about the change in emotions.
It had remained grievous over the years.
There was no way of telling it, that now I could love again.
Relinquished of all hope, I awaited for the Alms of Quietus.
A determined carrier of death,
this Queen,
its body and wings smeared with the substance, dripping with venom,
in a chaotic frenzy, rushing to cede the lethal drink.
Closer and closer, I heard her wings flapping.
With every passing second my time was closer to expiring.
I granted access to her flight,
inside she dissolved and dispersed the murderous elixir...
Surreal wings carried me off to another dimension.
...I thank the Queen of All, for her sacrifice aided mine.
Even though my mortal body is long gone, my immortal heart still grieves.
It never knew; it was never told,
that just before dying I was able to
love,
again!
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Bane
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