I see your impassive golden eyes,
Yet for all it is just a disguise.
Inside these black robes,
And the golden skin,
Behind the silver hair
And hourglass pupils
A heart has been broken
And put to the test too many times to count.
Blackness cloaks it, ensnares it in its grip
And all you do is take it in,
Deeper, to hold close,
To nurse.
Lick the bleeding wounds,
And take it out on the world,
You would show us that it is nothing,
That it is we who have the problem.
Yet, for all this, it is just a disguise
A shield
Put up to deflect more blows.
Even Takhisis cannot inflict such pain
As the world does.
Do you not realise?
Do you not see?
It is you, who festers them,
Nevertheless, you would have us believe otherwise.
Once you did love,
Once you did care, but when she did not come up to scratch
You left her there.
You would have us believe that it was all for the best,
That to leave her was for the world
And not for your own test.
However, we can see behind those lies,
It is just a disguise
Put up to encase a heart full of pain.
Hold it up now,
It is not too late.
Give in to the momentary pain that comes with love
The healing will only come after
Willingness wins.
Hold out your heart-
To her.
She lives.