Written for the Freeverse Competition, for the prompts LilyRegulus, Destiny, Cries, Mercy
If she was the rose,
He was the constant thorn in her side.
The thought she couldn't shake,
He danced around the edge of her dreams
And she woke with a smile until she remembered.
If she was a book, he was the quill
Of a boy making scribbles and scratches,
Marks and scars on her skin that she saw
And thought, that's where he's been.
She'd wanted sensible, and smart, and plain.
He was dangerous, and dark and an art form all of his own.
She lay awake at night and cried for mercy.
She heard only silence.
But when she awoke, there was no sign of anything left
But a smile
For a half-remembered dream.
When the God's play their cards, so it will be.
They will show and give with smiles,
But you must choose to take
And know that love will not announce his presence when he walks in,
But ask him to leave the door open when he goes.
And so the hands of destiny stepped in,
All must one day leave as mortals do.
Their story ends as it had begun.
She lies awake at night and cries for mercy.
She hears only silence.
But when she wakes, there is no sign of anything left
But a smile
For a half-remembered dream
