My dreams are frozen
inside my mind.
Where I am
the sun cannot find.
In the snow
my heart is buried.
So, to the kindest soul
I hurried.
In a nearby land
I spot
a gentle knight who
burns my cheeks hot.
A thought hit me.
I knew what must be done.
I must become strong,
just like the sun.
I will take you.
I will break you.
I will keep you.
I will use you.
Forever mine…
I am sorry,
my sunflower.
My love,
beware my power.
YA lyublyu tebya Toris.
He re-reads and re-reads the strange poem before shivering and then closing the tattered, old journal. He stands for a moment silent and eyes wide. He hadn't really meant to read it. It was the only object inside the old writing desk. He had only meant to flip through it. He hadn't planned on reading it, but when he saw his name he just couldn't stop himself. Toris was just unable to stop himself from reading that passage, that poem.
He shakes himself and places the journal back inside the drawer where he found it. Toris pauses again, takes a deep breath and finishes dusting the small room; the small room that is covered in inches of deep dust, the small room tucked away at the back of the large house, the small room that only has a rickety writing table for furniture, the small room that keeps safe an old and no longer used journal.
He wonders what else is in that journal, for it is filled with writing from the first page to the last. With a shiver he realizes that he actually doesn't want to know anything more from that thing.
He leaves the room. From sudden exhaustion Toris leans against the door. His stomach is in a nauseous knot. His body begins to shake. He feels one tear and then another trickle down his face. HE HAD NEVER ASKED FOR THAT MONSTER'S AFFECTION.