A place I never knew, until I met you.
I wandered within these walls, this cathedral of falsehoods and misery,
Darkness, a constant, pain a reprieve.
You, with a Tambourine,
You, with a goat at her heels and confidence in her step,
Lit everything in my world.
A fitting name for one such as yourself, as vibrant and beautiful as a riverbank at mid-day.
Surely, we should never meet.
For me to taint your bright existence with mine, the ultimate sin,
though I thought none could surpass my birth, the unholy thing that I am.
However, faith was merciful and so very, very, cruel,
I was sent to find you. To take you.
Being in your presence was like a benediction placed upon my soul,
swiftly replaced by guilt.
So much guilt.
I can't help but think now, as I lie beside you
that perhaps if I had disobeyed, perhaps then you would be free.
Free from this present moment, which will consume us,
'til we're no more than forgotten memories.