|Perverse Faerie Tale: Depth Perception
Author: May Elizabeth PM
Collection 5 of a series of poetry for Reaper. From the start I didn't want to speak to you, or even acknowledge your existence.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 5 - Words: 841 - Published: 07-07-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2930522
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From the Start
I didn't want to speak to you,
or even acknowledge your existence.
I knew all about your kind,
and the surface scratches they left on my skin.
I can hardly blame the fools for trying,
but beneath my flesh lay steel;
their nails never sank deep.
I clung to my barricades,
until I heard you speak.
Your voice shattered my
reality like fine glass;
you created your own
illusions out of the shards
like a stained glass window.
The colours fit together like you and I did.
You were at once at home in my darkness,
like I belonged there in your light.
I am the moth drawn to the moon,
yet finds itself lit by a candle's flame.
I am angry still for that.
What was the purpose for all this?
Was it a misguided attempt at love?
Was my destruction just the point of this hunt?
Lastly, my Fox,
why do I expect an answer?
All that is left
is the startling quiet.