#lilinor

i. hunted by many, a single prey escapes

come forth, engage in this game of ‘General’s Dissection’

humans and fae alike may partake

hunting down the general’s head

for he had fallen victim to deceit

castle ground rejects both ashes and bone

as the air grew colder and colder

away from the night’s blessing, I stood

in a path to nowhere

every road I took strayed me further 

unwelcomed even by the gates of death

carrying the seed of your love, I wept

on journeys of no return, I yearn

ii. haunted by the shadow of your love

in the long nights, I dreamt of you

falling in love with someone else

saliva intertwining with what’s not mine

please wake me, please return to my embrace

set me free from this anguish

say, don’t you want to dissect

a general’s heart?

come, join and play this game

you always love carrying out mischief

with that smug grin adoring your silly face

a beating heart would make a fun trinket,

don’t you think?

come back to me and i’ll make you win

exchanging victory with every last piece

of love you’ve left behind

something i could never comprehend,

a grave misconception on your part

as I am a weapon for you to wield, not a warden!

iii. hope, a form of nonexistent luxury

ah

for once i wished to lose 

a being incapable of affection

because if not, why else 

would you escape from my grasp?

how i wished soul could be used as a currency

all i need is an hour, a splitting second

spare me a fragment of your existence

change the trajectory of one's life,

just like how you did way back

surely this kingdom would be better off without that lowly bat fae,

would it not?

bask the land anew with your magnificence

envelop the dusk with your finesse once more

certainly, people of the night shall rejoice 

concerns and doubt looms no longer

as happiness blooms beyond briars and thorns