A/N: This fic is from my friend Cyril. I just borrowed this one from her.
^_^ Well, just a reminder she's referring to Kurapica whenever she speaks
of her Prince, okay? That's it!!! Thanks again Cyril!! ^_^
Prayer of My Soul
"Cyril"
You called my name. But my eyes could behold no image of yours anymore. Darkness covered everything. That is all I can see. Blood has been smeared on my face, spilling from my wounds. My body, shattered and weak, can make no movement.
But I can still hear you. Your voice crying out worriedly for me. I could feel your touch, your warm caress against my skin, softly holding me in your arms. I can feel your tears, flowing gently against my cheeks, mourning for my fallen, cold, dead body.
How I wish to speak, to stop you from shedding those tears. For I deeply know I deserve them not. You must keep them to yourself, my Prince. For I, your slave, am worth less than them.
Never have I sought your love, never have I sought to be locked in your embrace. For I have yearned to give these things instead, never waiting for any acceptance. I have yearned to give my everything, my best. But I guess my best isn't even enough for one sweet smile of yours.
I could sense the faint thudding of your heart, screaming in silence, lamenting. But to you I say: "Burden not your soul for my death was for thy sake." I have loved you and shall forever be loving you. My flesh shall rot, shall waste. But never will the love for it shall remain with you, clinging for all eternity.
I have failed you, my Prince. I wasn't able to live my promise. My promise to stay, to breathe for you. For this body of mine has fallen to grave feebleness and is now protected in your arms. Helpless in your arms. But I long not to be protected. For it is I who should be protecting you, comforting you, shielding you with my very being... I should be the one holding you, easing the tormenting grief that blazes inside your heart.
Mourn not, my Prince and instead bury me! For it is only you who made my existence worth living. My life shall never be important if it weren't for you - You who cherished it until now. I am only your servant and still you grieve for my loss. But you should know that it is not your loss, my Prince. But mine. For I shall experience no more your benevolence, your love.
Let me sleep under the Earth and breath dust. For I am contented dying in your arms, not for honor but for thy sake. And never should you let those tears flow, for my death was my will, my will for your love.
Prayer of My Soul
"Cyril"
You called my name. But my eyes could behold no image of yours anymore. Darkness covered everything. That is all I can see. Blood has been smeared on my face, spilling from my wounds. My body, shattered and weak, can make no movement.
But I can still hear you. Your voice crying out worriedly for me. I could feel your touch, your warm caress against my skin, softly holding me in your arms. I can feel your tears, flowing gently against my cheeks, mourning for my fallen, cold, dead body.
How I wish to speak, to stop you from shedding those tears. For I deeply know I deserve them not. You must keep them to yourself, my Prince. For I, your slave, am worth less than them.
Never have I sought your love, never have I sought to be locked in your embrace. For I have yearned to give these things instead, never waiting for any acceptance. I have yearned to give my everything, my best. But I guess my best isn't even enough for one sweet smile of yours.
I could sense the faint thudding of your heart, screaming in silence, lamenting. But to you I say: "Burden not your soul for my death was for thy sake." I have loved you and shall forever be loving you. My flesh shall rot, shall waste. But never will the love for it shall remain with you, clinging for all eternity.
I have failed you, my Prince. I wasn't able to live my promise. My promise to stay, to breathe for you. For this body of mine has fallen to grave feebleness and is now protected in your arms. Helpless in your arms. But I long not to be protected. For it is I who should be protecting you, comforting you, shielding you with my very being... I should be the one holding you, easing the tormenting grief that blazes inside your heart.
Mourn not, my Prince and instead bury me! For it is only you who made my existence worth living. My life shall never be important if it weren't for you - You who cherished it until now. I am only your servant and still you grieve for my loss. But you should know that it is not your loss, my Prince. But mine. For I shall experience no more your benevolence, your love.
Let me sleep under the Earth and breath dust. For I am contented dying in your arms, not for honor but for thy sake. And never should you let those tears flow, for my death was my will, my will for your love.