Leaving it all behind was going to be hard
Everyone knew her name, her story
Giving up everything to save their nation and their world
Eventually losing her left eye and arm in the dragon’s fire
Now she quietly sits in the town square every day and enjoys what sun there is
Determined to let her legacy pass into myth and…
Perhaps he should just conform to the pirates’ code
And just wear the basic black
That would make things so much easier
Considering how much he loved to stand out, though
He put back on the rhinestone studded one, even though it hurt because it looked fabulous!
Crashing together in mortal combat
Leaving corpses in our wake
As we fight towards the gates of Hell
Soon we are against those blackened iron spikes
Here we will make our eternal stand
“So, what is going on over there?”
“Perhaps it’s none of your business.”
“Yes, but I really want to see!”
Shooting ideas onto the whiteboard
Plastering it with colorful words and diagrams
Leaving a chaotic schematic of creativity
And yet this work of art is unfinished
That’s why it is a blessing when it is erased, left waiting for the next time
Every single one of them were gone
X marked the spot where the last one had died
That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet
It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us
Now I stand here to make another monument
Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand
This is where the last of us will take their final breathe
Losing his sanity drop by drop
Every little bit oozing out
As he tried to make sense of his Facebook feed
Knowing he should avoid the memes
Outside she was closed, boarded up with locks and everything
People passing by saw there was absolutely no way in
Except that one guy that came by every day and sat there and listened
Now they are each other’s happily ever after
“Look, everything has a beginning and an ending”
“Oh, except the universe, or an eight, or a circle, or…”
“Okay, you made your point”
“Points are finite. That has a beginning and an ending”
Coming violently together was their usual M.O.
Obliterating everyone and everything around them with such a release of energy
Love contains almost limitless potential energy waiting to be continuously released, but…
Lust was a poor substitute with so many limits
It would be expended so quickly in a blink of an eye
Deforming each of their spirits, leaving permanent dents therein
Eventually becoming as cold as the void that remained.
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