The Curse of Immortality

by twindaughterofArtemis

Immortality is a cold gift. Those who receive it leave so many behind. The sea is a consolation for this grief.

AN: I own nothing

The Curse of Immortality

The glow of immortality

Takes its haunting toll;

Another friend you'll never see,

Another set of bells toll.

The Gift of Men,

Though they call it curse.

I doubt I'll be here when

They realize it could be much worse.

I turn towards the azure sea

And watch its cresting waves.

Oh, the pull it has on me,

Neither forests, can distract me, nor caves.

Now I will not be staying long,

I only needed time to grieve.

Soon I will heed the sirens song

And then, endless peace I will receive.

The lust for the curse of the First-Born,

Not realizing the pain it brings;

How easily our souls are torn,

While theirs fly free on wings.

A gift is a curse; a curse is a gift,

Both wanting what they have not.

Perhaps, one day, minds will shift,

And there'll be no more quest for what can't be sought.