Boy,
Take her by the hand
So you can talk awhile
Turn a big blind eye
To the stares of those who call themselves
Your friends, family, or comrades.
Ignore them
Because Love conquers all
And leaves none standing
With
Very few exceptions.
So lead her on
And lead her well
For your time is short
Tarry not on childish wonders
Instead revel in her radiance
And the ironic wonder
That a child of Death
Should look so much like a child of Love.
Perhaps they are not so different after all.
But when Love leaves none left
Many see a barren, desolate landscape
And others, Elysium.
For destiny and fate
Are not at all alike.
The warrior's destiny, to fall
Under the intangible spell of Love
But perhaps another
Who loved the same one
Was shattered.
The fickle power of Love
Uncovered a cruel fate.
Your girl
Sees you as more than you see yourself
As a symbol of salvation
From her smothering damnation
In her own lonely Hell.
To the Gods you are but
A living metaphor
A leader, but now a martyr for the cause
And though your time was pitifully
Or mercifully
Short, she is still with you
In another world.
For the child of Death
Was your own sweet demise
Because Love and Death aren't so different
When they are trapped inside the
Same
Blameless
Flawless
Beautiful
Girl
—An Unearthly
Paradox.
A/N: This just gives me feels, alright? Deal with it. Next up is a Percabeth humor/love letter thing that I've already written but didn't want to post before this. R&R, hope you liked it!