In the dream she was the vivid flame she is in our world.
With her smile there I could feel here the butterflies eating away my belly whole...
And no wall could stop her, here and there.
She moves around my mind freely breaking in her path everything apart.
I let her.
She waltzes her way around in a beautiful chaos that slowly tears me up inside.
As the flame that a beautiful oath kept sealed for so long.
But not so long ago -and oh so long ago, almost one year if correctly I count-
With her cold confused stare and a smile to melt Kokytos itself
She herself unwillingly decided to escape.
Be The Muse or Erynic Fury or Healing Hand.
Allowed to be for my soul whatever hell and heaven she wants.
Be the song, the dance, the moment in time.
A Beatrice or Helen by a different name with a face and a stare to proud among them stand.
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