A/n: A poem I had written a while I started writing chapter five. Written on Feb. 2, 2010. It decided it anted to fit in here and I didn't disagree. It is my own work, therefore I own it but if you would like to use it for something do feel free to ask.
Void
We are empty; there is nothing outside us.
A call from within beckons the eternal hate
as it shines inside its glowing sphere.
Hate within the deepest depths of light.
It buries us under apathy.
There is nothing here;
we are but the pawns of those around us.
I feel tensions rising as I try to escape;
Get closer to my enemy.
Closer to her burning soul.
Choose a number, get in line.
She screams...
Her voice in the night a lone violin.
Calling, calling, calling...
And I cannot deny.
Come to me, my dreaded Mistress,
hold your knife high.
A butterfly,
and we are both flames.
Dance, my Mistress,
dance as you are wind.
Your beauty saddens me,
as we were once one.
And I, your loyal servant,
think not, can you see?
A lie within withering hope.
Hate.
There is nothing here.
We are only cold-blooded after all.
We kill in warm blood.
Spirits that will always die.
And we are ephemeral.
None can truly see us but our own; not for too long.
But I will always see you, my Mistress,
do not think that I have forgotten.
Sing again in your mournful chords,
a dance unending within the boundaries of our hate.
I know you as I once knew us all.
There is nothing left here.
