Her lover
past
opened her heart,
but also broke it.
They can’t be together
and, for the first time since,
she feels for another.
Maybe not the same,
but worth exploring.
Her lover
past
is not pleased
to hear of
or to scent
the other
in her heart,
but he acquiesces.
Her lover
present
has the sparkle,
the power in his soul
to save the world, as she
places the amulet in his hand.
Her turn to restore his strength.
They lay together in the stillness,
his body warm against hers.
Slumber comes, but not for her.
One lover, or two,
she’s always alone.
The chosen one,
ready to sacrifice her life
for the world.
But what if her power
could be shared with all women?
Join blood and hearts
to change destiny?
His shiny new soul aches,
the amulet alive against it.
The world is not ready for her sacrifice,
but is willing to accept his.
Their fingers entwine
and flames flare up between them.
They’ve always burned hot,
but never hotter than this.
She tells him she loves him,
but he knows it’s not true.
For once it doesn’t matter.
He’d die any day for her.
At the end, he’s joyful,
head back laughing, face to sky,
as his body disintegrates.
He lost her once to death
and it changed him,
but when she came back,
it was she who had changed
and he the only one
who could comfort her.
She refuses to feel only sadness
for it was truly his finest hour,
his soul stretching up to the sun,
his last act selfless.
She finds him now in her heart
and remembers how they began
as enemies, found their way
through passion, to friendship,
and a damn goodly way towards love.
And as she remembers,
women rise up around the world.
Protectors, nurturers, warriors.
Each chosen and ready for battle.
She smiles.