For you dearest Louise.
My heart beats stronger just knowing you. You try to hide your heart in an icebox, surround it with dark figures, seemingly lifeless. Frozen in mute respect. You placed them, so very long ago, your heart; you disowned, not worthless to you, overpowering. It rules your life, your direction, your everything. Are the guards there to stop you? Or me?Just another that would approach your icy tomb in search of a flame that should not be. For here lies more than just your heart, your soul rules the eyes of the guards. Their still hands, clinging effortlessly to sickle's that somehow signify
passed regrets with fading crimson stains. Is it your own hearts blood that dims the glow radiating from their blades?
The Holy Grail of your life, can never leave?
Despite the attempts made by foolish vigilantes to just glimpse this untold treasure, somehow you hold a stance,
nonchalantly, craving; yet watching as your own daemons reap their eyes of your presence.
Sitting upon a stone am I. Watching, noting, gauging, hoping.
Some initials carved into this stone I rest upon. DK. And there on the ground before me, craters with eroded trails, undeniably tears shed by another who would watch from afar, but dare not enter for the presence of the guards.
Still none approach, have the tales reached every corner of this land, are there none game to enter your tomb. None that I may watch die of you, maybe see a weakness in your armour, in their feeble attempt, or worse, watch as 'the one' passes the guards untouched and reveals the worth of your entity.
'I'll wait forever to know'
Regretfully, now, I must leave, this tombs seal is not mine to break, though I might, try, with unknowable success, I shan't. I won't. I can't. For in this world, long ago I clipped my own flower from a top its still upward bound stem. The bud of my soul has reached the ground, finally. And perhaps I'm grateful for it's evident rest. For as it fell, my world tumbled with it, reaching randomly, though with sentiment. None were to catch me. Petals never to see the light of day, never to be opened by a lover's gaze, forever shut was mine tale, and forever shall it remain. Have the courage to wait.
I myself, am gone.
To watch your petals unfold. Unfold the subtle beauty you've nurtured so long. Sweet and proud.
This phantom paladins gaze penetrating the tight grip of gloom, breaking the seals of your heart, warmth carrying light forcing once now, but forever remaining the purity of colour, texture and energetic life from your grip. To this world where unnoticed for so long, your loves bursting will shower those, for so long shivering with a hand in your tomb, with a spirited intense fire that shall leave them breathless for the time it takes a kiss to flow rapaciously from your now glowing lips to theirs. Inspiring life, and unfathomable love for that.