Red Line

I had crossed the red line. The red line crossed your face.

How virgin, how pure

I'm caught in thrall

By your spring morning smell and colours of fall

So virgin, so pure, 

Before I came

You’re not the type for such dirty games

And while it’s just myself to blame

For pulling you in

The fault is yours

You, trying to stay the same

Not willing to change 

For the sake of our bond

T’was faith 

The moment you merged from the grey

I grew with such strong passion… 

Hate

You’ve been denying for too long

And as we embraced our love at last

They proved us wrong 

T’was late

Too late...

So late...

What else was I to do

But to imprison you

Within my own cell

I crossed the red line...

The red line crossed you face...

We played our wedding in the dark

In shame, in misery, but loved

And our engagement rings were cuffs 

My vows of faithful love were threats:

“I tore your wings, just as you pled

Treat me as King and do as said

I’ll shield you from our enemies,

As long as you don't leave this bed.

But disobey, and die with me.

Together, let's meet the light ahead:

The gates of Hell with flames of red.”

Author's Note

I found this peom in my scrapbook. It is about a story I've been thinking of writing a long time ago. Might as well get inspired by nostalgia and finally write it down.

Reviews

[Guilt]

This has got some lines that struck me fanastically. "Spring morning smell and colours of fall" - It was like pouring milk and honey over the senses. An incredible line. A few more stuck out in similar ways. A piece very welcoming for the eye of the imagination :)

- Rorschach