The Valkyrie and The Legend III (Final Stand)

The Valkyrie and The Legend III (Final Stand)

The Valkyrie approached "The Black Tower" where The Beast of Legend resided. "The Black Tower" tall and solid. No weak spots, cracks or crevices for even the tiniest particle to penetrate. Yet the Valkyrie was drawn to the treasure locked inside. A treasure more precious than anything in existence. The fractured heart of The Legend.

The Valkyrie came unarmed and raw, to present her pure intentions. Her intentions of only to love The Legend, wholeheartedly and without prejudice. While most shyed away from his darkness, the Valkyrie reveled in the "Multifacet" of The Legend. Loving the exquisite jagged edges of him. She felt more connected to him than any predecessor. The Legend became her "Addiction" her "Bello". Still The Legend would not yield to the Valkyrie's unconditional love. Leaving her on the outside of "The Black Tower" wishing, praying there was "The Window" for her to catch a glimpse of the treasure within.

If only she could graze her fingertips along the cracks of The Legend's fractured heart. Let her love seep inside to assist in mending and healing his pain.

Taking as gentle steps as the Valkyrie could muster. Treading with the utmost respect for The Legend's state of being. Never with the intention of erasing the memory of his beloved, late queen. In fact desiring to join in rejoicing her memory. All the Valkyrie found was The Legend finding solace in his state of reclusion. Extremely reluctant to allow love to florish again.

Without warning, The Legend drew his mighty blade and plunged it straight into the heart of the Valkyrie. Her love went unrequited. A cold and swift strike, yet her death was anything but.

As The Legend withdrew his cold blade. The Valkyrie's warm blood sprayed upon his face. Her love, her soul hemorrhaging on barren ground. Still her heart continued to beat. She breathed through the pain, longing to hold on. Hold on to the belief in love. The Legend never looking back at the damage he'd done. His chin dripping with the Valkyrie's blood. Never hearing her final words she took with her last breath. "I love you, still"

Another grave to decorate The Legend's courtyard.


"The Black Tower" poem can be read on God-work-sleep.blogspot.com
All other poems can be found on lovescorner.blogspot.com  

Forever Stained

Forever Stained

Feeling like I'm falling, falling, falling in slow motion. Heavy and weightless all at the same time. My mind assaulted with joyful memories of us, far too painful to remember. Yet they play over & over in my mind like a song left to endlessly repeat itself. 

I took the risk to love you. Trusted you with the best part of me. Now I'm left falling from this cliff, with no parachute. Just a plain ole backpack. Falling and welcoming the impact of the ground crushing my body. It's nothing but an empty shell, now that he's destroyed my soul that dwelled within. Along with my faith in love and everything else. 

Don't shed a tear for me. The end will be a blissful release from this excruciating pain, attacking what's left of me. Feeling numb, yet my body aches. Eyes blurry and swelling shut from infinite tears failing at cleansing the stain he left. 

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Feeling like a foreigner in my hometown. Speaking the same language, but not understood. Am I where I belong? Perhaps my soul was reincarnated in the wrong time. Until it's time to move on, I dig deep to find the strength to keep going. 

I find keeping myself guarded, increasing with each rising of the sun. The world's coldness, motivates me to keep my blade sharp. No rest for the righteous, for absolute evil never sleeps. 

Far From Over

Far From Over 

Even the strongest warrior, has a weakness that plagues his soul. Allow me in to view your deepest, darkest scar. I'll grant you a gander at mine. I would gladly lend you my strength, to help you solider on. As individuals we are great, but as legion we can be invincible. 

My brother, don't feel discouraged and defeated. You possess a strength, long forgotten. Battles have been lost, but the war is far from over. 

Liar

Liar 

The lies flowing from your lips like scalding lava. Burning my skin and leaving scars, as you placed years of false kisses upon me. Hope fleeting and never to return as the castle of sand you built, crumbles from the waves of reality crashing down. 

The love I carried for you, turning into disdain of your wretched soul. A taste for your untruths, I refuse to acquire. 

Did you ever love me? Or did I simply lose a game I had no knowledge or desire of playing? You win! Game, set, match. Another heart jaded, by your hand. 

Disrobed and Raw

Disrobed and Raw

As I cross the threshold of my sanctuary. I close my door to shut out the craziness, moving about outside. The natives swirling around. Aimlessly and without care of the consequences in their mindless actions. 

My mind pulled and stretched like taffy, sans the sweetness. The walls of my mind, cracking from the strain of containing the ever growing darkness within. My weapon craving the warmth of blood.

The battle never ends. The tone of my flesh, loved by some yet feared by the majority. All choose to only see the strength of my amour and the wielding of my sword. None consider the fractured essence of me that dwells within.

Behind closed doors, I take off my amour. Letting the pieces spill out, all over my bed. Sleep comes, yet rest eludes me. Before the sun relieves the duty of the moon. All the pieces of me are placed back into my amour, to continue. For waving the white flag is not an option.