A/N: Initially written for Storm Hawks, I ended up listening to Sweeney Todd afterwards and the poem is no longer the sweet thing it once was. (Argh!) Highly original title for the poem, eh?
The History of the World
FLASH!
The history of the world can be a cruel thing. The history of the world can be a confusing thing.
And with so many stories to tell- and so many people weaving their way around each other-
You hold my hand, Dear.
You whisper in the dark
You whisper into my ear
and breathe
(kisses like feathers taking flight / skin against skin
the sound of wind rushing about my head)
And you say:
"The history of the world is a beautiful thing, my love.
It never ends, it never stops, and it never dies.
Wars will end and people will cry.
Life is unfair, and we're too old to know anything else
But I see the glimmer of your blade, the flash of your skin
And I know that I have nothing to fear."