love letters for the end of the world: x

i dream...  

of coming to  
my woman  

with the future in my hands  
and the prophecy in my eyes.  
hardly more a man than myth,  
and almost as alive.  
i've come for you, i'll say. the games are over.  
we both win.  
the soil waits, the stones are set,  
our work at last begins.  
i dream of her then waking, of her rising,  
smiling sweet;  
of chains and weights then falling; of my woman,  
finally free.  
i yearn to see her hold her power high  
and bare her teeth,  
i long to see her vengeance and her joy  
at last unsheathed.  
i'll drink it in, i'll savor it, though still  
i will not speak.  
she need not know the blood i spill,  
the counsel that i seek.  
and let it be unknown to her,  
that i have kissed the blade  
of the dagger she will bury in my chest,  
one distant day.  
i will worry not, and anger not,  
this bargain made and blessed.  
i will love her with my life,  
and i will never
love her less.
for i may be the prophetess, the vessel,  
and the seer.  
but my woman is the prophecy;  
She will bring the world to heel.
Written by spdred (spidey)
Published | Edited 16th Apr 2020
Author's Note
just a love story between a prophetess and the prophecy that will one day be the death of her
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