Inspired by Gerald England's To M. M.
During my last class of English/foreign litterature, our teacher gave us the poem with blanks. I came up with that during my free time, trying to improve what I had already written.
Spirit of fire
The first time
we met as gods under the blue eye of our ancestor,
You, the fire thief, and I, the wise goddess
We parted as friends, but I thought I'd never see you again
The second time
we met as ghosts in the dark kingdom of my brother
we parted as lovers
The last time
we met as elves under the soft blossoming light of the Two Trees,
you, the Spirit of Fire, and I the Wise One,
you, prince and blacksmith, and I who carves stone…
We parted as enemies
We did not meet again
We are now
Not even able to meet
You, dead forever, I, alive forever
I love more than I've ever loved anyone else
And you loved me with all your soul
But there was more fire in a single finger of yours than in all my body, heart, mind and soul.
I betrayed you twice
And it's impossible to beg for your forgiveness
Now that you're dead, dead, dead, and that I'll never be