Would You?

Would You?

Would you ever try to dig deeper into my psyche to get to the core of me? Truly make an effort to find what's in my mind? My heart? Or would you only scratch at the superficial surface, to give the illusion that you tried? Only to get my defenses weaken.

Would you truly listen to the things I say? Or simply nod your head and spit out preprogrammed phrases, that would lead me to believe that you care? Are you only hearing my voice or are you listening to my words?

Would you try to touch my soul, before attempting to touch my body? Or is handling my shell your ultimate goal?

Would you ever make love to me? Or would you only fuck me, cause loving me you chose not too? 

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis 

Continuation of restless nights, since the death of my heart. Unable to concentrate. My mind plagued by thoughts of him. Searching my mind for any missed clues, that led to my demise. Each day that there's no choice in facing the public, I use every ounce of energy to mask my pain, yet I fail. The fire that once lived inside, extinguished. Multiple times in a day, tears flow endlessly. Looking up to the heavens, desperately wanting to scream out for help. But the ashes of who I was get in the way. Only the residue of my heart remains, leaving a sooty stain within this empty shell. Finding a need to seclude myself from the world. Terrified of letting anyone in, for risk of infecting others. Even my Muse cries with me. More than enough tears to create a new ocean. An excruciating metamorphosis. Someone pray for me, cause I've forgotten how.

Valkyrie Rising

Valkyrie Rising 

Last you read, the Valkyrie was defeated by The Beast of Legend. He plunged his cold blade into her heart, her warm blood spraying across The Legend's face. Her love hemorrhaging on barren ground. The Valkyrie using her last breath, still professing her pure, infinite love for the Legend. Alas another has fallen, decorating the courtyard of The Legend's "Black Tower".

The Valkyrie's death, so slow, so painful. Every breath she took bringing her closer to the death of who she was. The Valkyrie laying on barren ground for many moons. The heavens poured down, as if the angels were mourning their sister. The rain diluting and washing away the blood flowing from her fatal wound and the tears of endless sorrow from her eyes. In her dawdling, excruciating transition into death. The Valkyrie realize she was not made for love. Only for war. She needed to let the belief in love go, in order to be resurrected. 

The Valkyrie felt the wound in her chest beginning to close. The heart she once possessed is gone, but no longer needed. Her brown eyes, glazing over with the acceptance of her new state. The Valkyrie's wings changed from the color of a dove to that of a black rose. 

Accepting her defeat by the hand of The Beast of Legend. The Valkyrie bowed in respect towards "The Black Tower" and flew away. For she needs to fully heal and her blade needs sharpening.

A continuation of "The Valkyrie and The Legend III (Final Stand). Can be found on lovescorner.blogspot.com 

"The Black Tower" can be found on god-work-sleep.blogspot.com