I posted this once on one of my former secondary accounts, but seeing as I will no longer be using that account, I am moving the drabble here.
She was a creature of darkness and fury, a being of light and destruction. Her black diamond beauty shone through all that stood against her, brightening even the most impenetrable of shadows. Her strength made me strong, making me feel as if I could stand up to any enemy, because she would be there.
Her evanescent self was nothing that anyone could ever hope to match. Any like her were but a pale comparison at best. How could I ever feel anything but patronizing disdain for those that did not match her own ravishing and soul destroying beauty?
How could I ever surrender again to anyone but her?
Every mad cackle and penetrating glare would sink into my skin like poison, spreading through my blood and bones until I was nothing but her mannequin, happy to do her bidding, whatever it may be.
Her every small smile, pushing through the years of agonizing pain, it shone into my soul and lit me like the sun does the moon. Her happiness, my only wish, was hard won and temporary, but worth it.
Always worth it.
Everything she did was like a melody, erratic and haunting, written in a minor key. So sadly beautiful, so destructively mesmerizing.
It was a haunting song that wraps me like an old blanket, clinging to my bones. I suffocated and choked on what I never wished to escape.
Her darkness enveloped me, and I never wanted to be free of her.
Better the evil I know.
