Magnificent

You were tormented

Ever since the first moment

You breathed in and out on your own, standing tall

Neck extended to the sky,

And your pain flashed across your skin.

You could not be classified as beautiful

(though to some, you may be),

But something about you stunned

Them, stunned me,

And I drew in air

As I beheld a Neither for the first time.

I knew then, that I would classify you as

"Magnificent", I whisphered,

Looking at the twisted, delicate frame of you.

Every single time I see the others,

Especially the one who has me

In chains with a box,

I want to render them asunder

And hear them scream,

Examine them inside to foretell my bleak future,

The blood and silver fluid

Flowing through my fingers,

But for you it was different.

I did not want to hurt you.

You seemed so much a kindred spirit

To my own that I dared

To hope, just a little bit.

Even with everything that happened after that,

I still remember your first moment

Of your short life

The most clearly.

I think I know what this is,

How I see myself with you.

It is not hatred,

And it can't be lust

Because with lust there can be no consideration

For the other person,

And when I think back

I can only remember wanting to hold you,

To hear you speak

And to protect you

If you so wished.

If that is not love

There there can be no other name for it.

Magnificent.

That was the name I bestowed upon you.

I do not know why you chose that other name, Transmutate,

But so be it.

When I speak the name

In the dark halls of this dungeon,

I remember you best at the beginning.

I do not like to think about your end,

Though it was the only time I ever

Held you;

It brings back regrets,

All regrets.

When I see you there,

Standing tall,

With neither name nor faction,

My only regret was that I never

Got to pour out my love

For you like wine upon the rock.