His once gossamer wings now stained grey, stripped bare. The color of his conduct shows the measure of his quality. His fantasy has lent sway to his reality. Yet he hopes beyond hope that he has not failed in his quest. As his heart fills with sorrow and regret he dares to believe that he still can, and still will… Survive the travesty of his own creation.
She Wants… Hopes… Dreams… Her head filled with wonder and starlight, as her heart lingers in her own regret. Poor choices gone by, and mistakes of the heart. She believes him and knows not why. The possibility of his fantasy being a reality is more compelling that she's willing to admit. But she's drank of his waters and upon reaching the bottom found the flavor to be bitter, yet intoxicating.
Still she dares to believe. As she's left longing, wanting, needing, praying, crying… dieing. The truth stands shoulder to shoulder with the paladin, watching, waiting, wondering… If she will turn around and embrace them as the light they have always been? The truth stands stoic and unflinching as the paladin weeps and wavers. Their resolve is the same, but their mode is different.
As he begs and pleads, he can feel her sway. His pulse quickens. She bends back and offers her ear, and her heart, oblivious. The truth and the paladin wait. They are just outside her grasp… Even if she turned to reach for them. The paladin waits on bended knee while the truth remains stoic.
And so the dance continues. As they circle each other, each hoping, wondering, believing. Except for the truth… though it stands with the paladin… it knows it will be found, but at what price, and whose heart?
The Lover, The Betrayer, The Dreamer… Who plays what role? Why must it be so? When the music stops and the dance is ended. The truth will still stand stoic. In the end all will fall, but only two will rise again with the phoenix. And for what, when what is not? It's the question that drives us…
Do you feel the pull??? I do. As you seek to understand your mind and heart, I will be the truth, and I will be the real. Love not what Love be not. Seek your fantasy in your head, but keep real Love fast in your heart, lest you betray yourself, to yourself. And bitter waters flow anew.
When the truth comes I'll stand with you, for you are not alone as long as I am with you, and I will always be with you…
