Disclaimers: My inspiration for this poem came from reading chapter three of Shouko's untitled Slayers fic. So she (I believe to be female) inspired the italicized lines and many of the imagery work; a very saddening but beautifully portrayed stories of loss that could have been in the Slayers universe. Thank you very much Shouko for allowing me to use your story as a basis for this poem.
Lost Legend
She left me at Midsummer.
She left me at Midsummer
And now I have grown old.
He was wont to say when they came.
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He wonders about realizations
If the sun will ever end
Licks of flames caressing the darkness
Her touch still brings him to shudder
Shadows of his memory in vain
For she bleed long ago through
Staining the brightness
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Tales of great deeds were spoken
Legends that lived as the hero transpired
Reality to sink into the crimsom of her eyes
Heroines who set the world on fire
Still laughing they walk among the living
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His fingers have clutched the cane tighter still
Walking as one with a broken spirit
Too lost to surmiss into a quick death
Ravaged by the winter and spring
Reveries that carry his heart
If his prayers could get him there
He'd never let her go again
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Wisp of the wind as strangers gather
Away they go unnoticed
Humbled into the submission and recession
Sorrow of brave men surviving, living on
Comprehension of not understanding his pain
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Secrets that die without an unleashing
Trembling in the wake of not telling her
Chasing those lost who never glanced back
Her voice bringing disaster, she could do anything
She would end it all, sacrifice it all
Promises he could not keep
She would end it all, sacrifice it all to save him
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Sunlight in his dreams glinting
He can't see it's so bright
Shoulders heavy trying to make it out
Listening to echoes fading forever ago
The most prized possession
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She left me at Midsummer.
She left me at Midsummer
And now I have grown old.
He was wont to say when they came.
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They say legends never die.
