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he saw you in his dreams that night,
threading between life and death;
those blues thought how your beauty still gleamed
even when your soul now resided in the afterlife.
the warmth bathed him in such an instance;
the illusions felt too real, he thought,
yet when his mind commanded to keep his distance,
his heart gravitated towards whom it sought.
oh, wolf-kissed, how you longed for that empty void to be filled.
the far, far sweet thing you were—
once there, just on the tips of his fingers
but the gods were cruel; they saw and heard
but they refused you and your warmth to linger
with him.
all he ever wanted—the realization, a tad too late—
was that ounce of life and spring-like presence you radiated.
all he ever wanted was a twist of good fate
a heavenly reward; you, the fair lady that kept him captivated.
oh, wolf-kissed, the chance you missed for that empty void to be filled.
the gods are punishing me, he knew,
while watching this ethereal scene before his eyes.
there you were, standing where it was nothing sort of an exile—
so, so very close, he could not believe you were there under the same skies.
alas, the warmth he much desired was corrupted
with an unexpected smile; sad, so full of sorrow
as if what he willed and needed disrupted
the very balance of the world; forgotten was the distance so narrow.
wolf-kissed, it is not your time just yet.
you spoke to him as the cold space closed in.
standing before the proud warrior; painful longing within
the heart was released with your palms on his skin
his scars, visible or otherwise, reminders of what could have been.
reflected in your irises was not the brights
he had missed, but the tinge of despair
corrupting them—as clear as daylight,
screaming at his very soul for a scare—
but the proud one knew this world was not meant for him
not yet; not with all the lives and fates clinging to his hands
still—the very ones resided on yours, feathery and grim
truly wanting to see what could have been.
wolf-kissed, it is not your time yet—
there was no need for words, vows, desires—
as you knew the time shall come when endings were sweet
and the reward generous; for the beast whose pure anger soared like wildfires
and the small dove whose colors and radiance never once did wilt.
—but when it is, I shall pray to the gods that we bask in the light for eternity.