Author's notes: Joining dear Katatonia in poetry! Hephaistion has to deal with an unwelcome visitor… Please review! (is there any interest in poetry?)
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You've always been my guardian
with me when I ride to battle
when in glory you take pride
in what might soon be yours
My admiration follows you
so much power – so much grief!
you encourage all to fight
and bring relief, with just a touch
And I've seen you, seeing their faces
that tell me of blind jealousy
but you gently shook your head
told me not yet, my friend, not yet
But you, who I have known so well
who's winked at me so often
when I closed my eyes and feared…
have failed to warn me now
You've just come by to meet me –
Your head takes it's place on my heart
My soul is never ready to let you
tear itself in two, but this is it
I know it, and you know it too…
Why do I lie to him?
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Edit: It does make sense in the end right? Right??? sighs Just in case it doesn't: Hephaistion finally gets visited by death...