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1.
An albatross battling against the wind,
Through the storm so violently beautiful that
It takes his breath away,
Almost like he is drowning in it,
Fading and melting,
Becoming the wind, and the waves, and the all-embracing destruction.
2.
You are destructive, he states.
The creature stares, unblinking and taunting.
Then hurricanes are evil, are they, Will?
Evil is a human thing, therefore it cannot be applied
To storms, winters of starvation and death - chilling to the bone -
And it doesn't define you and me.
Some people look at grand things and see only Beauty,
an intricate weaving of forces - or fates.
You know we both are blessed with this gift,
And though you consider it a curse,
And even though you tore us apart,
This gift of ours is all I'll ever want for you, Will,
for both of us.
An all I need you to do now is -
give in to me, give in to me.
3.
He will hang around his murderer's neck,
Dead and cold, so foolishly selfless,
A man who gave himself away
For someone's salvation
And kept doing it
Until there was nothing more to give.
He once was a miserably painful presence,
A lost man in the wide wide sea of someone's mind,
And now it has swallowed him whole,
Taking away the creature that
doesn't belong anywhere
But the storm.
4.
And - well - maybe he wanted it, after all.
5.
The sea treats him well nowadays,
For he isn't distinctive anymore,
Edges all blurred,
His willfullness overthrown by relief,
sweet but painful,
A humiliating ease a man
who
surrenders to himself
Feels.
6.
In the belly of his beast is
A man wrathful, a man shedding his skin,
Clawing out of the human form,
Becoming a creature of his own making,
A monster, an unstoppable force,
Or
A simple animal loving what it loves and doing what it does best,
Radiating.