Though by blood we are bound
and the likeness of our line
and our ancestors lay side-by-side
in the ground,
their lives in etched stone enshrined.
Though in my earliest years
I walked alongside your shadow,
a companion at waist-height
to be held dear
and to the world to show
proudly, as though
I were not a child, but a promise
to Earth, that I should grow
and become what you would not,
could not,
A queen, a Goddess
The muse of Adonis,
born of the sea
Or a daughter of darkness
Wed to the trees
Or a simple child of mankind,
womankind,
Without a great destiny,
but simply to be, and to be happy.
Though all these things are true,
or were once, still it seems
that as Time has made His mark
upon you,
He has torn us at the seams.
So I bid you farewell, and declare me lost
Or perhaps just seeking a new path,
without you and what it would cost
to erase our bond's epitaph.
About the Creator
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Creative writing student @ University of Winchester | 19 | UK
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