I'm drifting. I'm crying. My eyes fill with tears.
The love, the emotions, the foreign feelings.
Where is my hero and where is my heart? My heart, she is sleeping.
She's trying not to miss him, away in her dreams.
She hunts like she wants to, she threatens and enjoys things. She won't return... Why doesn't she wake?
Her hero, he's out there. Trying to come back to her. She holds onto this body, a raft in the storm.
She swims through the ocean of time, each new moment grabbing a new one, dying her old one, and singing the same song to cry herself to sleep...
Can not stop crying, can not control it, she sings herself to sleep. The hero's still out there.
He's way up high, falling away. He's stuck above her, calling and climbing and tumbling forever.
His buriel in the stars was ment to comfort my heart, but she still cries and he dies everyday.
He sees his Heavenly rest, not as the best one could offer him, but as a prison of torture away from her.
My heart, his goddess, Terra's Luna, a child of the Heavens.
Her brother Sun comes to comfort the Moon, but she will no sleep and she continues to weep.
And the ocean's waves crash where she pulls them.... The sky is a story... The moon and sun and stars all actors in this play of the Heavens...
And stars of love try and try... please, do not cry! My body feels weak and my heart will not awake.
And I know she has broken.
I'm heart-broken.
The hero's whispers in my head are not heard by her, for she does not wake...
Through my heart, drive a stake...
And remove her misery.
Poetry
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