#serenades.

[interfectipapilio]

I sit beneath a table, pressing the top of my head against the undersite of it's surface. My horns scrape along it's edges as I realize they don't get through it's material. The room is only dimly lighted, but I still can see the two trolls infront of my table, a tallstanding purpleblood and the other... I'm not sure, his color is unclear. He gives off a calming vibe, but I don't trust him. I trust no one a lot. These two try to lure me out from under the table. They're highbloods, and although I am bebeath their caste, they do not use violence to get to me. I don't know why they are so keen on making me come out from under the table. The purpleblood is impatient and skeptical, but the other is calm, gentle and speaks softly to me. I snarl and blow my tongue at him, but he prevails. They say I have some important job to do, but I don't remember which one. What fo they want from some tealblood like me?

[interfectipapilio]

Sometimes, I see you in my dreams. You’re there, red as blood, and you bring the storms above my head. The sky hangs deep and heavy, and a tired, grey coat keeps back the rain and wind that is about to come. I know the storm could be devastating, but I am not afraid. Because you love me, and I love you, so endlessly, I would destroy the storm that follows you to get to you.

[interfectipapilio]

I see the stars through me. Beloved voices of those ghosts long passed still ring behind me.

I see faces as I sleep, people I’ve loved, whom’s faces are nothing but a blurr, and yet I recognize them as I did the first day.

As I slumber, I remember who I used to be. As a seer, I realize; This must be real.

[interfectipapilio]

I am a siren, singing my songs and feelings, drawing you to your doom if you don’t listen right.

I am a dragon, in the sky so far above you, in new heights beyond your reach.

I am a demon, silver tongued and manipulative, valuable ally to those whom I swear loyalty to and devastating, unnatural force to those that have wronged me.

[interfectipapilio]

I am raging, flaming fire, burning out the space around me as I go and wake. For so long I’ve swallowed my own fire; a dragon refusing to breathe out of fear of their own destruction and the hurt of those around them, but let me tell you,

I am not a helpless little flower. I am fragile. I am sensitive. I am kind.

But don’t mistake my friendliness for weakness, for treating a tiny candle incorrectly can burn your house and life down.

[interfectipapilio]

I am a wandering soul. I’ve been so many people, have been through so many lives, and yet, I don’t remember;

Not much I see when I think of who I used to be. I don’t remember my countless names. I don’t remember what my face used to be in the reflections of mirror and water. Maybe I never will, maybe it’s not necessary.

I feel so tired of being, but I do not want to cease experiencing; I do not want to stop meeting people, loving them.

I have so much love in this small, human body, and my soul is so much larger than this vessel, but I continue to make the best of it.

Because it’s still me. Still another life of mine.

The same soul, a different life.