Outside our Species
Apart from -them- stood the -House of one-,
the things -he'd- seen,
the things -he'd- done,
can not be talked about;
and when -he- walked about the earth,
cannot be known.
A -Dark Fae Prince- is -he-
the very epitomy
of everything a -Prince- should be.
(Tis a very strange thing
that -he's- not a -Faery- king
until -he- wears a wedding ring.)
I don't know -his- name;
I don't know the game
-he- is playing,
and -he- is not saying,
because I do not think -he- can
reveal it to a mortal man.
I was assuming -he- was human,
until I learned the truth,
unknowing of the proof,
that -he- is -Fae-, there is no way
to reconcile the two.
-He- traveled the roads, highways and waters
meeting sisters, mothers and daughters.
Watching the dance hidden away.
Wanting it too in the strongest way.
-He- so wants to live, to love, to dance.
-He- desires to give and get romance.
-He- wants so very much,
-he's- longing for a touch.
-He- yearns and burns with passion's fires.
-He- desires, -he- desires.
In -his- fashion,
all -his- passion
is a candle flame,
and a different -game-.
-He's- been so lonely wishing if only
-his- lady fair, beyond compare,
would reciprocate in kind
the feelings -he- will find
in human arms.
-He- has such strong feeling
-he- thinks -he's- not revealing.
It burns in -him- a hidden fire;
the mortal maiden's -his- desire.
-He- sent her a sonnet
with -his- words written on it.
Declaring love beyond -his- ken,
the love that's known to mortal men;
the love -his kind- but hopes to find.
Is the -game- worth the flame;
will naught remain
but a memory?
Aye, -he- feels the pain.
So does she, once again.
'Aye,' she sighs 'is this reality
what it appears to be?
I feel -he's- real, and though I doubt,
so much else; I know about
-his- reality is very real to me.
It's been so strange,
I've been so changed,
my life's been all so rearranged;
yet -he- stands with me.'
'Aye,' she sighs,' reality
has been changed in all for me.'
Aye, they're both so sad,
wishing that they had
a clear path, a way through.
They do not know what they need to do.
She looks at -him-.
-He- looks at her.
They're standing there still so unsure.
-He- gazes into -his- beloved's eyes;
sad to see, to realize
the truth of all she says.
Indeed, though -he- feels dejected,
in need she has now accepted;
her coming place in -society-.
-She'll- be -his queen- and -he- will be
-her- ever constant -king-;
but, this does not mean a thing
until she dies.
Aye, there's the bit of all of it
that scares her so,
ensnared by love
she struggles so
against the coming consequence,
for all have lost their commonsense.
-He- is frightened and so is she
by the feeling's enormity.
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If you liked reading this and want to read more...here is the full tale...be warned, tis long
It Is All Just a Myth Understanding
By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
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