Wicked (His side) 15

I’ve noticed
These past few days
She often talks about this
mysterious traveler.

“You know? There was once a weak woman
who walked as fast as me
yet she was so weak
That couldn’t even hold a sword.
So hmm, I guess
This brings back old memories.”

She told me as she swung her sword
Towards my feet
Making me fall.
“Pffft”
She kept laughing
As a carefree child.
I should probably be mad
But she has this angelic smile
That I can’t even bring myself to.

As I was on the floor
All sweaty and hurt
Still thrilled to learn
How to wield a sword
And counterattack.
It made me wonder
Who was this wanderer
Which my goddess kept talking about?
She seemed so real
Yet so unreal…

“You know? There once was a woman
Who had no recollection of her past
At least not before her 25th birthday.
She was given a name after that age.
Just like you.”

That was intriguing
What kind of person
Would forget her childhood?..

We left Belgrade as it was falling into ruins
My shackles were destroyed
The moment my Lord passed away.
Turns out
She made a deal with a merchant
A life for a letter
A woman for information.

Since the receiver was dead
She went back to the citadel
To search for the thin piece of paper.
Ashamed, I had to confess
That I was close to my lord…
Closest than any other.
I who was trying to get her approval
I who wanted to be her companion.
The moment I opened my mouth
They shattered
My hopes, my dreams…
My goddess looked intrigued
But said nothing of it
And asked me what I knew.
I felt disappointed by her aloofness
Like wine stinging
At this unclosed wound.
I swallowed saliva
And cleared my throat
Then started talking.

“There was a letter my lord burned
A week ago detailing
A white human beast
Like never seen before
Strong as a hundred knights
And swift as a shooting star…”

I looked at her
And finally realized
What the letter meant.
I kept talking
Her sight never left the moon
As she was hearing every word…

“The sender mentioned to be careful
Not to be greedy for it’s power
That running water should be kept as is.
My lord was confused
By the letter merchant Lupu Neacşu sent
And decided to burn any trace of their dealings.”

When I finished.
She seemed relieved
And looked at me
Smiling as if feeling nostalgic.

“Well, I don’t like 66
And I bet
Your mother would of loved
Another name.
So let me think…
You know?
I have so many questions
But I will leave them for another time.
So let’s see…
Did you know
That you are unique in this world?
You’ve got 3 types of rare bloods in you.
You were not supposed to be born.”

I was astonished at what I heard.
I knew I was weird
Since I heal quick
Don’t have strength
Since my lord
Never let me out of his sight
So training was out of the question.
But maybe…

“So hmm you are like a gift hmm
And your dad was a very unique character
Ugh, I swear
If I knew he would die abandoning you…”

She seemed frustrated
As she was stroking her hair.
And I…
I looked at the floor
With
mixed feelings.
I had never heard of my dad
Or mom
She seems so young
How could she know of them?
It didn’t make sense…

“You were trully a gift to them
Don’t ever forget that.
HA! I got it!
MATHEW
So you won’t forget
You are trully a gift from god.”

She smiled proudly
And gave me comfort
By patting my shoulder.
And I started sobbing
Uncontrollably
To the life I am starting
To my new beginning
Thanks to my goddess
I finally feel
Like I belong in this world…

Yet…

I see you
And I see myself
I see a gap
And I feel insecure.

And I see your ideals
As well as all of your deals.
I feel my fears
Yet I try to conceal…

To conceal this dark side of me
So I dance along with you
We are too close
So I see what I’ve become.

I wish to be accepted
So I fly and dance
At the sound of your voice
At the rhythm of your song.

The thing is
Sometimes I wonder
Is this really me?
I do love to fly
I love to dance
I love your voice
The sound of your strings
I definitely love them all.

Yet…

Fighting Spirit

Miserable pain
Inflicted within this brain
These thorns piercing
This embodiment of a shell.

This so-called heart
Ripped to pieces
Forgotten reasons
Yet here they are.

Seems so far back
Of these Memories
Of Broken heart
With shattered wings
Too vivid
To let it pass.

Domino’s theory
Heavier as it passes
Yet here I am
Hopeful  of a new light
Leaving this
Hopeless being behind.

Dancing through new horizons
Preparing to fly
Yet stepping
Through new shattered pieces
Left to shatter this fighting spirit.

No
Not any more
Even with bloody soul
And with these pierced soles
Dancing
Elevating
Through night and sun
Even with pain
These wings
Will extend…

And fly
Fly through the sky
With the stars
Shining bright
Like diamonds encrusted
In my armor
My shadow
My long friend and companion…

A Closer Look

*prompt from Howls from el monte

By RRSuperNova

Falling
As I contemplate
That blazing sun
In this mysterious land
The beginning of our clan
Tears running up my head
Some disappearing into my hair
And others evaporating into thin air.

As I approach
That brilliant sand
I start thinking
Of my years past.
I see my ending
Coming fast
Yet I’m glad I could see
This pyramid at last.

The blast
Took out my breath
Broken
I felt at last
Exhausted is my soul
Yet my body
Doesn’t think so.
As if a puppet
I stand and walk
Those difficult steps
And climb to the top
Once again
Feeling the dryness
Of the land
Of history
Miniature years
Piled up sand.
Step and another
As if mere initiation
Questioning this incantation.

Reality
Written hieroglyphs
Passed down into doctrines
Embellished translations
Politics involved
Egocentric involvement
Dogma dismembered.

I’m at the top
Frightening sight
Sun blazingly bright
Horizontal infinity
Beyond sanity
I say
Yet
What a beautiful sight.

That one second
Framed into my soul
To follow
The fall
The tears of joy
As well as shock
Falling again
Into that beautiful sand
I embrace it all.
Even the blasting finale…

Keep Writing

There is a block
In my head
More like a clog
Somewhere in there
I’ve got stories to share
I can feel them
I even live them
I get provoked
By so many emotions
Exasperated
By contradicting
Rights and wrongs
I become vexed
Outraged and enraged
By psychological labyrinths
There is no in between
I shriek and
Shed some extreme
Salty tears
Sometimes from joy
Others from bitterness
That stings the essence
Of existence.

Yet…
They become
Blurred images
Due to my
Word shortage
And will deficiency.

Is it writer’s block?
Who knows
Is it procrastinating?
Bet so…
Even so
Let’s pick up the pen
And keep writing
Who knows
Maybe
A good one will come
Out of lacking words…

What catches your eye

By RRSuperNova

* It was a hard time when I made this poem. I guess we always look for miracles when life seems threatened; so we search for our closest means of faith that embodies our family dogma. Yet we forget that we are the ones doing this to nature, so there is no need of miracles, just a need of consciousness and action…

The sky is baby blue
There are twinkling lights in the night
As if they were counting
Seconds in our lives.

Flowers smell of love
Rose’s petals so soft
As delicate as is
Gives us hope
What a sight!

Kids play in the wild
As if it were part of their homes
Drip drops falling from above
The rainy season arrives
Giving us water
To wash our souls.

There’s pollution in the air
Calamities are astray
As if they were counting
Seconds in our lives.

Manufacturers smell of green
They also drain their bane
Water-like looks so soft
As delicate as is
Dear Lord! Cancer!
What a sight!

We have stayed in our homes for a while
Confined by this covid-19
Drip drops are falling through our skin
“End of times” dogma arrives
Scaring us, warning us
To wash our souls.

Wicked 10

By RRSuperNova

***** Continuation *****

It does makes me wonder
What was he thinking
The entire time?
Also
What was true
And what was not?

I still remember
The day I was gonna
Visit the children’s home
Even though I was a teenager
At the time
They took care of me
Since I had no memory
No relatives
Nothing.

I had a sponsor back then
Who would of thought
That Rose was being kind
I guess she was worried
Even though
She has no link
To us vampires.
Well I guess
She does now.
I will be
Forever grateful.

I had a 3 day weekend
During that time.
As I was packing
He came and hugged me
Whispering in my ear
“You are mine
Don’t ever leave.”

I was shocked!
So I turned
Looked at him
With astonished eyes
“Why would I leave?”
Now I understand why
He turned his head
mumbling
“Yeah, why would you?”

He hugged me stronger
As a scared kid
Hugging his teddy bear
On a cold scary night.

Why dis he do that?
I kept staring at the floor…

I felt a sudden gasp of wind
Coming from the window
So I stood up
And as I was approaching
The window
I heard that husky voice
Whispering “Leia”
behind me.

I stopped in bewilderment
And I panicked…

“Oh no!
He is alive!”