Fanatical

Poetry speaks

We met each others gaze.

Our two souls entwined behind a casual meeting.

This was not love of any kind,

but understanding.

When I met the shadow covered demon.

She is a demon, that is the truth.

Not a monster who sings death's song,

but in name I can swear.

Living in the shadow as that's where

she thinks she belongs.

So I did the hero thing.

I proved her wrong.

I'm not a hero.

Too weak to stand on my own,

too broken for a story.

I only did what made me happy.

I wanted another,

one who seemed alone.

Reaching for an angel,

I was pushed down to earth.

Again.

Failing so many times,

and many more given up.

That's when I felt the hug of a demon.

Again not the devilish kind,

just in name.

Her shadow was gone,

and she started to smile.

She has two smiles.

One she loves to show

when evil appears.

Another,

she only reveals with our hands locked.

This must be love.

She's not a demon.

Just like i'm not a hero.

Only in name.

We are revered as the strongest,

but we know.

We're the weakest.

If you ask me,

she's an angel.

When my battles calm,

I rest.

Only with her.

If you ask her,

I'm still a hero.

But there's more.

When her smile shows

upon her moonlit lips.

When her eyes show a shine

that can grant the grandest wish.

When her smile becomes wild

upon the blood she sheds.

When her eyes dance

like water covering oceans.

That's when she'll say.

That i'm fanatical

like a demon.

Reviews

[Ehra Khan]

I love the flow and imagery of this. it's so intense and you seem to send off a hidden message. keep it up!