NOCTURNE
By Chornyi
Not mine.. Not even Ian, unfortunately. You know whose they are.
Another Witchblade poem, non-humorous this time and non-rhyming. Ian's views on being on the outside, looking in.
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I have grown used to shadows in my line of work-
I follow them, or is it the other way around?
Perhaps they follow me.
It doesn't matter.
Either way, I do my best work in darkness.
Sometimes it can hide things I don't want to see.
Like the look on her face as she stares out her window.
She can't see me,
But I am always here.
Watching her is my duty and I cherish it.
It started out as my second directive,
But I fear it is becoming an addiction.
I am part of her world now.
I see a little bit of her life through this window.
And I want more.
I am forever shut out even when she stands next to me,
Invisible despite how I cry out to be seen.
So I stay in the darkness where I belong.
Maybe I know my place too well.
My place is here, watching over her
Watching her.
She calls me a stalker, she hates to know I am here.
Even when my presence is her protection
She resents it and me, too.
So why do I bother?
She will never let me in
Never see me
Never feel me
Never touch me
Never save me.
Why her, I wonder?
Is it because she won't see me that I try so hard?
I have given her gifts- the gift of her life
The gift of the lives of those she loves.
But my gifts are less then nothing to her.
To her, I am a shadow.
Another's servant, an enemy, a killer
I am all those things, but she has one thing wrong.
I don't belong to him anymore.
He was father, master, teacher,
But now she is everything.
Why can't she understand, I have no choice?
I will always be here
I am her possession now, as once I was his.
She holds me here willingly, as he never could
For him I served, but for her I would love if she would only let me.
Sometimes it's hard to be alone.
At least I have the shadows.
They hide me, they never betray me.
They let me watch her, they whisper- maybe, someday, more.
Someday she'll see me
She'll open the window and beckon me in.
She'll touch me gently, wonder in her face
And I won't be alone anymore.
THE END
By Chornyi
Not mine.. Not even Ian, unfortunately. You know whose they are.
Another Witchblade poem, non-humorous this time and non-rhyming. Ian's views on being on the outside, looking in.
....................................................................................
I have grown used to shadows in my line of work-
I follow them, or is it the other way around?
Perhaps they follow me.
It doesn't matter.
Either way, I do my best work in darkness.
Sometimes it can hide things I don't want to see.
Like the look on her face as she stares out her window.
She can't see me,
But I am always here.
Watching her is my duty and I cherish it.
It started out as my second directive,
But I fear it is becoming an addiction.
I am part of her world now.
I see a little bit of her life through this window.
And I want more.
I am forever shut out even when she stands next to me,
Invisible despite how I cry out to be seen.
So I stay in the darkness where I belong.
Maybe I know my place too well.
My place is here, watching over her
Watching her.
She calls me a stalker, she hates to know I am here.
Even when my presence is her protection
She resents it and me, too.
So why do I bother?
She will never let me in
Never see me
Never feel me
Never touch me
Never save me.
Why her, I wonder?
Is it because she won't see me that I try so hard?
I have given her gifts- the gift of her life
The gift of the lives of those she loves.
But my gifts are less then nothing to her.
To her, I am a shadow.
Another's servant, an enemy, a killer
I am all those things, but she has one thing wrong.
I don't belong to him anymore.
He was father, master, teacher,
But now she is everything.
Why can't she understand, I have no choice?
I will always be here
I am her possession now, as once I was his.
She holds me here willingly, as he never could
For him I served, but for her I would love if she would only let me.
Sometimes it's hard to be alone.
At least I have the shadows.
They hide me, they never betray me.
They let me watch her, they whisper- maybe, someday, more.
Someday she'll see me
She'll open the window and beckon me in.
She'll touch me gently, wonder in her face
And I won't be alone anymore.
THE END