Her face, with blades around.
And his, with scars on it.
I’m watching from the shadows.
I listen as they speak.
“You are the mighty goddess…”
“Speak shortly: what you need?”
“My asking’s quite a hard one…”
“It doesn’t matter. Speak!”
“Once I have lost my mem’ries.
I want to get them back…”
“And are you sure you want it?”
She’s angry. Blades are black.
His words continue going.
It’s my time to come out
‘Cause I am what he’s seeking.
Or just a tiny part.
“I am not all you mem’ries,
But I’m the part of them.
If you agree to talk now,
We may discuss it, then”.
I touch his scarred shoulder
And look in tired eyes.
The last words of the Lady
“I’ll talk to you. Next time”.
Lost memories
© Copyright: Айрин Кайнд, 2002
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