Alone no longer.






On this world, will you truly keep your promise? Will you make me, the last of my kind, eternal?
All your words… like a caring lullaby to my ears. Soothing, yet dangerous, like a sweet almond kernel.
The danger in your aura, the ever-present chill down my spine as you whisper adoration and such.
The stranger who slowly picked my family one by one, leaving but me alone for your gentle touch…

I recall my life prior to your entrance into it. A life of plenty, beauty and company amongst my kin.
No kraal nor fence, yet our freedom limited by the buildings surrounding us and unknown gwyn.
Alas, what we had in our simple life was beautiful, peaceful and filled with a pleasant safety.
Brass and brawn had no place in our humble, flawed little world… until you entered unhasty.

The smooth ness we lived in did not become your home over night, no you slowly brewed influence.
Any ruthless methods were left aside, allowing you to go undetected until you had a strong presence.
An effect slowly afflicted all in your aura, sweeping across my home like a plague or sickness…
“Defect” and “Infected” became common descriptions of the many who fell to your sick mess.

Doomed to die slowly by your hand, my family fell one by one around me in unrecognizable states.
Plumed turned to bald, elegant to degenerate. Soon you had rotted them all, forcing their fates.
Only me, young and inexperienced, did you leave standing for reasons you swear pure and hearted.
Lonely, did I stand, in your caressing grace as you promised me to finish what you had started.

No tell me, my love… why I trust your spew?
Do tell me, my love… what is your reason to?
To spell me, my love… into eternity with you?

I am adored for my youth and beauty alone? You say I shall spend eternity with you as such…
Are you bored of the long life you’ve lead upon your throne? Am I to be but a trinket in your clutch?
Eternity with you? You claim to never age nor feel sorrow again, this is what you promise.
Maternity, then? Would this deny us an heir and their joy, just to offer mortality to momus?

Still thy hands, my beloved… I am too tired to truly feel them anymore… I will not try to fight you.
Still in bands, my beloved… I could no longer escape you if I still wished… I’ll remain in sight, shew.
Held by your arms allows me yet to stand. My body has failed me and my mind is soon to follow.
Shelled by your embrace I see naught but you around me as you engulf and begin to swallow.

Where once I felt but a chill in my spine I now feel nothing but a soothing heat.
Mere bronze and steel is frail compared to your strength as I settle in my seat.
Cover and consume me, I no longer feel the sun… which ray’s where once my reason to awake.
Lover can you hear me? For I can no longer hear naught your howling cry nor whispering take.

I am soon to be gone soon, my love… but also eternally near you. Promise to never let me go…
I damn you for the deaths, my love… never think I shall forgive you. Promise to always know...
Burned is my skin, I know not if you still stroke me outside the crystal layers…
Earned is my grin, I know your loneliness and I have heard your prayers…

My beloved… Many shuns you and speak your name most sour…
My dearest, plenty are those hidden inside and fearing your power.
My everything, I forgive you not but nor do I judge my home you scour.
It is in your nature, beloved nature, and I blame you not on this hour.



With you, shining Winter, I shall remain what you could never have.
Within your frozen limbs of ice, I shall ever remain your blooming Flower.








So yeah, more stuff's on the way. I just got behind with recent events and multi-tasking!
Have a silly midnight-poem inspired by one of my many recent nightmares <3
Oh, the picture is from Sveg, the bowl between mountains I spent a year Learning to blacksmith.

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