Message #7352

[Dai Kurohana]

Poetry is so wonderful~


I honestly like epics

That tells stories~

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An enchantress and a friend
These two fill the mind
Driving out all other beliefs
Replacing them with more.

The enchantress that I loathe
For the mountains I would climb for her
Yet, it may be the mountains that I hate
Or perhaps the climb to reach her.

I try to break free from it
From the curse of a pounding heart
To allow myself to draw breath
Yet the restraints of the curse hold me still.

I ignore the curse, try move on
Yet as soon as the enchantress speaks
It takes a hold of me, and like a time bomb
Can blow up in a flash, an explosion of affection.

My third attempt, I try to anger
The one who’s curse still plagues me
The curse that I wish to cast aside
Yet all I do is turn the heartbeat into pangs of guilt.

A friend, standing there all along
As I am cursed, she knew through me
As I knew more and more of her
She seemed to be no more than a friend.

As I live through the curse, she listens
As I surrender, she understands
I forget the curse, for an instant
Could she be simply a friend?

The curse finds another master
And although the target is still me
Yet it no longer seems unwanted
I realize what the friend really is.

I take the chance and ask
“Would you be mine?”
Although I expected a pang again
It was, in fact, a bittersweet joy.

The enchantress who cast the curse
The friend who turned it into a gift
It seemed all was right
Yet I knew better, truly.

The enchantress returns
This time, with no curse
She is a magnet whose pull
I try to jerk away from.

I feel the need to forget again
Yet, like last time, I cannot
I try to confront her, finally
And her reply leaves me speechless.

I can’t tell if she is truly caring
Or simply another enchantress
I think it over, again and again
I think of reasons to aid both decisions.

In the end, I leave without an answer
An answer to a question such as that
Is an answer I cannot give so easily
It’s an answer I must look for myself.

Or maybe I should rely on the friend
The one who used to be a friend
Yet is now more than a friend
So I ponder, will she be able to help?

My decision is my final one.
The storm in my mind
Is clearing away
I can now see the path.

The path that infinitely falls down
Into the abyss I jump, free
So now I say “Goodbye.”
To the enchantress and the friend.