Arya's Poem
Deep in my heart,
Past the bitterness and barriers,
I feel what I thought was gone.
Taken from me by Shade,
Who felt no peace by dawn.
But now,
Now it threatens to return.
Frightening me by past occurrence,
What might happen if something were to come about,
Like the dark king and his evil endurance?
I do not think I would feel again,
The pleasant emotions of love and its trust.
I yet to tell the man how I suffer,
So as not to distract him of what lies ahead,
Dangerous and dark, worse than my lust.
He feels for me although,
Disheartened by my rejections.
I still hurt from a precedent slaying,
The one with whom I had a childish love.
But I must not submit to the psyche's tricks and playing.
I shall think of the present,
Fear not the past,
And say what I owe to my faithful admirer.
Pray he still aspire me,
I will not hesitate from the atrocities of former dire.
