Sometimes I wonder if I'm insane. Then I write stuff like this and confirm my suspicions. Enjoy the Dilandau-Celena poems.
Narcissus
(Dilandau)Ivory skin is slashed
As the steel crashes onto the ground
Watch the blood slowly trickling down
Gloved fingers brush the wound, disbelieving
As eyes frantically study the viscous liquid
And a voice whispers through gritted teeth
Marred with contempt, hate, and pain
"He scarred my beautiful face"
From Childhood's Hour
(Celena)I am shut in my little dark corner
I am consumed by flames in a mind that is not my own
My body is not my own
My soul is not my own
And yet the one that takes these away from me
Is more innocent than he seems
For though he is my worst enemy
He is still a part of me
And we are two sides of the same coin
But yet, he is out there
And I stay here, all alone