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| A poem about a drow male who is slowly dying while his female, who was enslaved to him for centures (yes, a very strange occurance) considers the situation. |
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My Goddess
Her breath came in short gasps
The cold hair slicing through her chest
and she held his head in her lap
praying she could make his passing easier
I feel as if I’ve lived a million years
he had told her the night before as he
held her tightly in his dark arms,
slowly drowning her in the moonlight.
I feel as if I’ve lived a million years
with you, she replied
He smiled and closed his eyes,
leaning back against her satin pillows
entwining her white hair between his
slender fingers
It will never end, he told her, his red eyes
squeezed shut against the silver glow he
had before praised, and now despised.
She held her hand over his eyes and kept
her face bent over his, her lips inches from
his that were speckled with blood
Neither expressed their love in words
For her it would be to admit,
Him in a sense to deny what he strove
To tell her for a century
And he knew she knew
My goddess has forsaken me
He whispered and she shook her head
I am your Goddess
You are my goddess
He repeats, entwining his fingers
in her hair and breathing his last.
My Goddess
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