Post by mskied on Feb 1, 2019 1:52:12 GMT -6
The world paid the price for our bond, there was no other moment. We were lost to time. I carry my shame as a severed limb. How could I have done this? Betraying bliss for words, endless, meaningless words. I can raise my head with words to scream now, but when I was with you, I was hushed. We lived in a silent cocoon, escapees from the reckless world and all their ignorance. Though this was all that I had dreamed of, my wandering ways would not allow me to settle in to the heavy weight of your absolute devotion. I recall that there was a cloud as I went about my days after spending nights with you. It loomed; some heaviness, indescribable and suffocating. In those moments wrapped in each others arms, I knew nothing else and wanting for nothing else, but when we were apart I still heard the hunters call; the quest for victory, as if commanded to conquer all of Hell. I did not see that I had already won, and now as I wander fields of death and caverns of weeping, I know- too late, that the only Truth is to lay in the bed of your Love and never leave. Forever will I regret my arrogant boldness, thinking that I must answer some Gods command, and that I must do it alone. Too independent, I suppose, to understand that the meaning of life is union. And so where once I lived for Joy and Love, I have traded my pleasures of the flesh for the tail of the whip, and the exquisite horror of living for pain. I may be the warrior now, but I am a Man that will never again know that bliss; the bliss of Trust and innocence, for all I can see, as far as the furthest Star and brightest Sun, is decay.
