Gone. Half asleep, reaching out to touch him. Sitting up and searching the dark room, For she had told him the day before,
To feel the warmth of his skin.
Hand reaching out only to find the cold.
Finding he was not where,
he should have been.
her tired blue eyes looked for his form.
The windows were opened, heart filled with gloom.
She knew he left, it was the calm before the storm.
she was carrying his unborn.
He spoke no words, but shared a kiss.
Now she was left feeling utterly torn.
./././././././././././. Woman. Stop being so foolish. A prince would never leave his mate, You think I'm strong,
Enough with the tears,
you can cry later, when I return.
You, and your stupid fears.
or his unborn son.
I have my reasons for leaving.
A future battle must be won.
but it's not enough to fight.
So I must travel far away,
to reach my birth right.
././././././././././.
A/N: Woo! Alright! My first poem in years. I wanted to start off right something small to clear my head and then continue on Black and Blue, Without A Voice, and Master And His Slave. Thanks for being so awesome guys! ^-^
Until Next Time!
-LunarSinner