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Falling Lost.

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Published: Oct 18, 2007

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_{The past, the future, the here the now; memories, nightmares, logic defied,
Twisted screaming pleas of sorrow, reached out hands to grasp at nothing,
And an eternity spent falling.

You told me your tale, halted, stilted, little words far and few between;
With a curious and compassionate ear I began to listen, and marvel at your strength,
I never thought it would end this way, never thought I’d fall, yet you’re always there with outstretched arms,
But this time could be different; will you be there to catch me?

Your words I keep so close to me, locked away inside, treasures in the depths of mine heart
Words of tenderness, yet a seeming distant trust, a sorrow, and something else;
You’re there but missing, letting me see you yet you hide yourself away,
A game no, but it matters not to I.

I hate you sometimes, but I love you more,
I miss you so much, but yet you’re always with me, my thoughts, my dreams,
A madness, a drug, one I never wish a purge for,
No one save me this time, for my wings folded together, and I plunge headlong into his arms.

Gods help me, and leave me alone,
You, hear my words and shun them not,
Goddess, I am your child, help me find my way,
Help me through my plunge, please I beg.

Screaming confusion, continuing the fall, hands struggling to grasp for a hold,
No clue where I’m bound, no clue where I want to be,
I know only where I am safe.

A light in mine dark, your hands clasped mine in an unfailing grasp
I knew you not when you were lost in the dark that consumed you,
But I know you in the here the now, and I proclaim these silent words of promise
I am yours, do with me what you will;
Bend me, love me, hate me, hurt me,
I don’t care as long as I am yours,
Struck by the poisonous arrow, I am blind to all
Blindly trusting, loyal and true,
Like the lamb who followed the lion.

The abyss that swallowed, the heart that bled, the eyes that clouded smoky blue fire;
The pale face that glowed uncertainty as it stared up at you,
Hands that shook, frame that trembled; my body betrayed my fears,
A body too cold to be warmed, a heart too hurt to be healed,
A soul to broken to believe, this is who I am;
I am who I am, bared to you, my soul as skyclad as the faeries.

On my form you will find those scars, brutal markings of a lonely past,
On my face you see the exhaustion that plagues a pillar, weathered and worn,
I’m not the doll people think me to be, not fragile nor breakable, for I’ve survived this long haven’t I?
I know not whether you’ll take me, but I have given myself to you, bared for your eyes.

My wings tucked in, I leap from my edge, and pray to my goddess you might catch me,
Pray for the love you might hold deep,
My faeries magick, my faeries wings, no use to me this time,
A mortal alone, I face the judge, stripped of my cloak and shrouds;
Trembling in the eyes of fate.

Proud warrior I beg of you, take for your own,
Reject me not, for I know not what to without your warmth in mine life,
Without your light, I’d be lost,
Without your compassion, I would be dying,
Without you, I would have no reason.

Proud warrior, you’re everything to me,
Life, love, light and warmth, so much more, so little to say,
Too much, too little, so more in between,
Unspoken words between us, yet you know what I try to say,
And so;

The tiny faery didst speak to that lone warrior,
Declaring the love she felt for him,
Terrified of rejection, afraid of being alone again,
Reaching her hand out into the darkness,
Plunging from her place of innocence to the murky depths of uncertainty.}