Candle light flickers weakly upon polished wood floors, and my image comes to me from below; how I wish to impress him, to win his adoration, to be one with the essence of his physical being...
He appears as a dream, misty and overshadowed with wonder; my eyes strain to gain focus upon him but loose him just as quickly... Can no one see? Can we not percieve him?
Light; his form is fulfilled as he nears me, and I can see him... the beauty bestowed by his nature, and the purity that lurks in his heart. Harsh coal turns to diamond before my very eyes, and I am further intrigued.
He looks to me, catching my gaze within his; I see warmth underlying the boiling wrath that may become of his company, yet I feel no fear of the man. At home within the caverous trenches of his soul, enveloped with the protection as best offered by a dragon of flames...
We meet; body touches body, hands in hands, cheeks to cheeks... rapture, excitement, curiosity; they electrify me with his very aura... From fear? From hesitation? From the knowledge that the man is stained with blood?
Beyond the haze, there is light, pure and true and valiant as the heart of a warrior of justice, as he is, and as he shall always be. They cannot see what we see... and it is fine.
No one shall see as he sees, nor feel as he feels; he is one, accompanied by Truth and Honor. He is one...