When you found me I was bruised; battered on the winds and waves of those who were still enough of themselves to make ripples I knew you in a way that could not be explained I loved you before I had ever touched your skin you were everything I had forgotten that I once had cherished You were the summer sun and I your pale imitation in a winter’s moon the sky was still untouched in your eyes and the rose of sunrise graced the current of your mane you were soft, warm, bright, joyful; it was infectious, my darling you breathed life into marble and I could feel again I could exist again; in places that were here in places that were there no longer was I trapped… you set me free But you were soft and I was hard you touched me and my edges cut your skin your blood soaked stone until it softened into flesh, but the process left you littered with battle scars it never stopped you so I never apologized And I should have, but I didn’t
The Song of Koh: Verse II - Beatrix Aoibheil (via beatrixdreams)
