Demused-Evolution of a Poet VII
She stands at the door,
carrying all
that we owned.
It is hers by right.
"Why must you go?"
I ask, once more a child.
"Why do you leave
when I most need you?"
"I gave you a contract
signed in blood.
What begins in blood
must end in blood."
I protest but,
her eyes cut my soul.
"I would not have you
watch me die
and be reborn.
It is not a sight
for mortals, or poets."
Her fingers, vapor,
touch my cheek.
"I've stayed far too long
as it is."
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