Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. "And Thou Art Dead as Young And Fair" comes from a line in one of Lord Byron's poems. (There are also a couple of other allusions, but i can't really remember where) ^^;


Note: i am not a Yugioh expert, very sorry. Also very sorry i couldn't write this in a program with spell check...Word made the computer crash five times before i gave up. Anyway, this is written from Pegasus' POV... And he's talking to Cynthia in his diary (just in case that isn't bang-you-over-the-head-seventy-seven-times obvious). Enjoy.


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And Thou Art Dead as Young and Fair

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Though I have loved someone good, I have sinned. Though I once knew better, I have forgotten. Though I knew I was broken, I could not bring myself to forsake.

I guess the romantic in me still hasn't died, Beloved, for still quite often, when the dismal night comes, I lie covered in pale unrest and pray to join you in sleep.

Yet you know my sins are not forgiven easily, Beloved, and my prayers are mocked: Only in my dreams, can I be with you. Yet even that is better than nothing. A single taste of you is better than anything in this wretched life: In my dreams, I touch you. In you, Beloved, I taste eternal sweetness. In you, Beloved, I go blind, and remember innocence. And when you hold me, my dear, precious Beloved, I feel I will surely die, and gladly do I die, for I am in your arms. And your kisses and your mouth become my Heaven, and though my own mouth is full, I know I could moan your name forever...

And I do. When I wake with moonlight cutting across my face, and find your sweetness fading to memory, I can't help but call after you. Cry after my Beloved as the night steals her, and leaves me alone in the eternal dark, doubting if the sun will ever rise again.

When the black sun does rise, I see the world, and I see the blackness of its mind: The sickening lies, the foolish hopes, the envy, the greed--And I know I am not above any of it...You don't need a Millenium Eye to see that; Goethe understood humanity perfectly: "I have never heard of any crime that I myself might not have committed," he said, and though I am sure you trusted me, my Beloved, it is true.

I have been wicked, and reveled in it. Reveled in my revenge upon this foul world that stole you from me; all those stupid, damned people, who don't care--Why, the pain I'd like to inflict on them is exactly in proportion to the joy I was robbed of.

Years ago, when you were by my side, Beloved, this world was a garden, filled with golden flowers. In the sunlight of that garden, I knew no evil, and loved naively. Every soul I saw had infinite potential, and when I saw the world, I saw nothing but beauty, and could want no more: God himself could not cause me to ask for more: For I had you, Beloved, and love filled me to bursting.

But Love is not a gentle thing. You, Beloved, were a gentle thing, and when you left this world, Love turned on me: Poisioned my heart, weakened it with fear and lonliness, rended it, burned it, and broke it, then left it. I should have died. I would have died, if not for the battered remains of my heart, which refused to stop beating me. Swore I would get no rest until I had found balm for my pain. Swore I would get no rest until Love's poision finally swayed my drunken heart into your arms, Beloved--One way, or another.


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Finis

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Now.... How can i put this delicately? How can i say this with the sort of class our fruit-juice loving anti-hero would appreciate? *ponders* Well, i have no idea... So....Just Review. Please Review. Please Please Please Review. And Thanks A Million for reading ;0)