In our first life we were a concept. The conflict between morality, the system of old fashion. We had not yet grown to be complex and were a simple war of sticks and stones. You were an arrow, and I was the lover you struck through. Together, we were the grief that extended from a mother to her yet-born children. We were just a blink in the universe, a flash that caused a series of events that's consequence followed us for generations, then we were gone as fast as we appeared. Unexpectant of the tragedy that fate placed upon our intertwined souls.
In our second life we were the promise of a new future. We brought forth power, unimaginable. Together we were admired, and when we should've been feared we were instead respected and loved. Together we faced the one who gave us life, our still grieving mother, in the way no sons should have to. In the end, I was a dweller of the Earth, and I introduced new weapons into a world I didn't know could be so ugly. While you were a dweller of the moon, a gentle soul, and i missed you dearly. Oh so dearly.
In our third life, the cycle of our repeated meetings was marked by fate herself, making it inevitable and doomed to repeat. We were brothers. We were competition incarnate. You were dignified yet gluttonous, fiery and unwavering in cold passion. You were a thirst for more, more, more- until you left everyone else with nothing. I was generous, I was the cicadas at night, and the calm babbling of the forest brook where we trained. You saw me as weak, and maybe I was. I saw you as war- loved ones turning a sharpened blade on each other, youthful souls losing heart far too soon, and a promise that our town's dirt paths will be stained a deep red. But I never feared you, and I never blamed you. In this life we ended in pain, with knives in backs and a brotherhood that was barely recognizable. Maybe I never tried hard enough, but maybe neither did you.
In our fourth life we were born in a war stricken land. We were weapons, made to be harsh and merciless. But together, by that calm bubbling brook riddled with stones, we learned to care for one another- to love one another. We were tied by fate, our placement in the universe as fixed and permanent as the stars in the sky. Tied together by the blood of our family, spilled by each other. Together we became a promise of new beginnings- hope for a land of savages. We worked towards a new era of peace, a land without death. However, our generation was not ready for our ideals. I was your lost love, and you were the loud, never-ending waterfall that crackled behind us as we battled for our truths. The waterfall that plagued my dreams long after you were gone. You were my lost love.
In our fifth and final life, we were the end of a grief-stricken cycle. We were lovers, and we didn't know it. We began as comrades, and together we grew, fueled by the desire to outdo each other. You were trauma that ripped at the ends of your very core, and I was the cry of a lonely child born at the expense of blood from their mother. You lead a life followed by the moon that knew you well, with a painful goal of vengeance that dictated every twitch in your fingers and every step you took. Your twisted determination led you to follow a road of self destruction and isolation. While my determination was forever changing and misguided. I took strides highlighted by the sun, always looking for something. Eventually I knew, I was always looking for you. Our friendship began and ended at a fight for continuity, followed by a declaration of murder, then ending with the pouring of grief-filled rain against our battered, childhood faces. I promised you we would live and die together, and you looked at me with a hurt that had followed us through four lives already, before settling yet again in this one. In a period of your benevolence, together we faced a God from another world- who gifted our Earth with power. Who, in a past we have no recollection of, nurtured our souls into maturity. Together, at the expense of our final mutual understanding we became the searing pain of ripped limbs with long forgotten memories, the support of lives lost, and the drip of remaining babbling brook no longer peaceful and mixed with blood. We stared death in the face and came back together. Finally, we were the steps that started an era of peace that should have began 5 lives ago.
If fate decides to play her wicked tune again and we do meet again in another life, I hope our meeting is more peaceful. I hope you are happier. I hope you know no matter where in the universe you are, you are loved dearly among many generations past.