Night Mistress

February 21, 2019

She came to the light,
Searching for answers.
For years, she checked
Every temple and shrine
Looking for the one
Who saved her soul.

To her surprise,
It wasn’t the light that
Answered her call but
Instead shadow itself.
Cloaked in darkness,
A voice like ink spoke:
“Little bird,” it said,
“The void speaks, and
It knows your name.”

“Why me?” she asked,
Her frustration obvious.
“I saw you as you were,
And I see what you’ll be.
You may yet be useful,”
The darkness replied.

While she left with
More questions, her
Heart was not weary;
To know she one of
Such limitless power
On her side gave her
Some semblance of
Peace.

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Plate Armour

September 23, 2009

There once was a little boy
With sandy blonde hair and
Thick, round glasses

He lived in a world like ours
Where sometimes things just
Don’t always work

So he learned to protect himself
And those around him, by wearing
A shiny suit of armor

He worked day and night on the
Bright steel plates, making sure
It was perfect

His parents, his friends, it seemed
That everyone needed him to be
The strongest he can be

So he fought valiantly, he never
Took a breath and protected those
That he loved

But one day, after winning another
Of his relentless battles of life, he
Had an epiphany

He had become so entranced with
His beautiful suit of armor that
Nothing was left

He had built himself a metal cage
Which only he could free himself
From the inside

He ran out into the rain, and with
Both hands he tore the armor off
Piece by piece

Lying naked and still, the downpour
Beating his chest like a pulsating
Motor of nature

Only he could stop himself from
Becoming that which he fought
Mindless and terrible

For only the truly strong are able
To put down their armor for the
Ones they love

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