 | the most wicked goddess and most tender foe
happened to be one and the same.
destined to asociate each other,
like purity to a maidens name.
...
whispers tell me she was a duchess, during times of kings and knights.
living with clothing made of diamonds and riches,
on towers of great heights.
but to find my true love,
i was always there too late.
born a filthy outlaw. so confusing!
i was not aware there was mistakes done by fate!
i longed for my diety, but my life consisted of
whores, heat, hunger and gunfights in the west.
but the kisses of my Helena, are what i 've wished the best.
when i found myself in heaven,whispers told me she found herself in hell.
as if mere pawns to a chess game,
how the hell are we supposed to tell?
for my smile, her oculus was designed.
i was foaled to serve her essense,
she was given ivory hands to caress every corner of my very careless presence.
as i was given sturdy fingernails to claw who threatens
to sleep or to plunder the very borders our luminescence.
as the wolves of dusk or the sadness that life is bound to bring.
i tried desperately to find the arena or theatre, were she was always meant to sing.
but ive found myself stranded, it was to no avail,
whispers inform me she longed for me too, but she too managed to fail.
but the day is drawing closer,and the sun is bound to set.
closer draws the horseman, and the elements will have to pay their dept.
we shall close our eyes once again as our current breaths will dissappear.
but we know perfectly well:
death is a stupid thing to fear.
and the next time we will wake, both with a different name and different face
and to find each others presence, find ourselves in the exact same place.
and to finally claim our reward from all the grieving past.
both Helena and myself, destined to be here
and to find each others ageless perfection...
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