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Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Love of a god..

It's amazing when I think about it, think about the feelings I have for you; their depth, their inconsistence. Left alone, I would hold unto you, tightly, grasping with the whole of me, holding tight to you, as tight as I can. Left to me...
Deep though my thoughts towards you; fated though our paths may be - for I have seen you in my head, imagined you as you are far before I saw you; beautiful though we may seem together; sometimes I cannot but wonder if it isn't too good to be true.
I've been alone for a very long time, quiet and hidden in the stars that have become my home. Up above the realm of mortals, clothed in the clouds, my vision the fire and colour that only the immortals can see. Right there, hidden and surrounded in my loneliness and comforted in the solace of cynicism, cold to love and romance and open only to logic and pragmatism, that was when I saw you.
Looking down from the stars, in the heavens I had made my lonely home, I saw you. Beautiful maiden, my light in the darkness the world had become. And so I came down, replesendent in all my glory, clothed in all the finery of the gods, winged and beautiful. And you worshipped me. I showered love and you fell and adored me in return. It was a wonderful time I spent with you, a few months by your time, an eternity for me. But the longer I stayed on Earth with you, the more my finery eroded and my wings disappeared, soon, I was no more than a man in your eyes. And you would never love a man.
How could you love me then? Now that I am a mere man..
I knew what I risked when I dared to love you, I knew what the consequences would be. I would gladly give all of my eternity for you, sacrificing immortality, giving up my seat with the gods, abandoning my goddess.
My splendour is gone now. You, my love, is gone too. I know the gods would take me back, but how to go, when to go, IF to go is the question.
There is only one more avenue left to me. As I stare at the dagger in my hand everything is clear. On the hilt I have engraved 'LoVe', when the blade pierces my heart that is all that would be left. It is over for me now, a mortal's end.

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