A Ghoul on his Regent
When I found
Her,
I thought -
Nay
I knew
I was master of my own fate -
Not you, not the virus.
It was sweeter than
The sweetest high
Made by mortal hands.
The liquid life she gaveā¦
Any wonder that I would
Love -
I see you laugh,
But how could you know
Undying ones
Never having to fight for your lives,
Or deaths, as it may be.
Any wonder that when
He called her
Away -
Away from me -
Oh
He had to go.
She cried when he was gone
Though I loved
Her as he never
Would,
Never could,
Not as I could,
One who had no choice.
Oh
It was then I knew
That she,
She was the master of my fate,
Not you, not the virus,
Not me,
And now
She is gone,
And my fate belonged to the virus again.
Though you,
You undying ones,
You want my fate
But you can't,
Can't have it.
One step,
A few seconds,
Less than a minute,
The wind in my hair,
For one last glorious minute.
Then
The hard concrete,
And my fate
Is my own,
And then it is not.
