He, burdened with countless years of need,
tries to fill her soul with his.
But to her, he’s just another of countless men,
not knowing the spark within him entwines their destinies in a way only fate can know.
She leaves him with broken heart, guilt, bitter anger, and the rekindled sadness of her absence.
She moves on in ignorance,
but for he, haunted still,
there is no place to go.
Fifteen and more years pass,
and once more he sees the face of the red-haired
Beauty—
the very eyes of the soul
he ruined and left,
a thousand years or so ago.
Now his heart smiles as he bows to mercy,
of sins from before before.
“I left you. You left me.
But we belong together, you and I,” he says.
She shakes her head, caught in long ago fears,
that lie in layers, along blackened edges of her heart.
Then the veil lifts and she sees into his eyes,
soul memories come in a flash;
the agonizing pain of his seed—
the burned ruin of her home—
the bastard child with his eyes—
the loss of her life—
all this she remembers,
so she keeps him yet afar.
But then one day, for a moment, she turns,
and the wind touches a new place in her heart,
and she knows,
and forgives who he was, what he did.
The darkness lifts from her soul and there he is, smiling,
his arms stretched out, reaching,
ready to catch her.
She, with her crimson crown finds herself laughing,
caught in the light of his eyes now.
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