#hailreyes

You write in sonnets of love, of passion, and I understand none of it. But you look in my eyes, and the language of silence we share in a look. You weave stories for me, and I think I might begin to comprehend. Maybe one day, I'll read your sonnets and know the love you wrote was the one I felt.

there is a beauty in the evidence of pain not the kind of beauty you marvel at or paint murals of it’s the kind of beauty that reminds you of your humanity your mortality the bruises on your knuckles the throbbing of your jaw from clenching too hard the tears that make your eyelashes stick together there is a beauty in all of these things because it reminds you of what it’s like to be alive to feel something other than nothing it reminds you that the breath you draw through your teeth is the sunrise you wait every morning for a beautiful new start to a horrible ending

i showed you a mosaic once, built of shattered pieces glued together by my trembling and haphazard hands. and you looked at it and fell in love with the jagged edges and the fracture lines, and i wanted to ask you: did you know, then? did you know it was my heart i had handed to you? (would you have taken better care of it?)

1. you meet her, and  your heart beats with the thrum of a war drum.  with the savagery of control, the desire to overrule the princess. For once in your life to do something, mean something, be something. at any cost. You thrive in it's seconds of glory before she takes your throne, and your war drum ceases.  2. you follow her, and your heart is still beating,  but it beats with weariness and distrust, she has unarmed you with wit, and commanding eyes. You know not how a princess can become a queen but somehow know, if she falls to her death you will miss the start of history and you cannot ignore history. You hold her arm, you war drum ceases.  3. you teach her to fight. you kill for her. she is the light, and you are seeking it,  she is offering you redemption free and sweet, and merciful and you will never have anything to give her.  but you take it and your heart is no longer a war drum but you beat with purpose. you will keep the queen alive,  you will protect the world at her side.  she rests against you, your war drum ceases.  4.She leaves you once, and you understand you let her go, and hope to find her again. you escape from the flames, from the mountain from the dreams, with hope the beacon of light will come back to you. She runs into your arms and you feel your heart beat. for heaven is as sweet as this.  for hell is to let her go,  but you must.  you must protect the queen. your war drum ceases. 5. she falls for the lies of the commander she sends you away she is no longer the light,  you can see history starting to crumble like every empire that meets its demise and you try, you try to protect her but she is no longer the light queen, but a grim reaper with blood in her nails, and ghosts in her shadow, for the sake of your people. so you take her hand, and you become the grim reaper  for you protect the queen.  and your soul is damned to her salvation.  6. she leaves again, and you cannot understand.  you promise to stay and your war drum beats again,  for history is over a new era begins. and if the queen is no longer here and redemption is no longer given , you will take her place, and rule  until the queen comes back bathed in glory and light bringing her old soul back  7. and they shall whisper of the queen of the knight and the war drums that rule the land until she returns to quiet them.

playlist: the world is no place for a dreamer

playlist: witches of the briar forest

hedwig!

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