When she touched my life, she stole my soul.

I wished the lovelorn feeling never abandoned me, even if it burned with wild flame. My soul, tucked among her black-feathered wings, pierced by her flaming arrow – a nightmare-fueled delight, the tormentous rapture. My spirit, tossed into the greatest depths of the demonic realms, would be safer though,  than held between thorned threads she has woven around my heart.

She was like a lavender wind, created by a dark goddess. She never told me who she was, until my river-bending will didn’t find out – and that became a curse that latched to my soul, drinking black-tinted blood straight from my veins.

I am lost in the mountains of forbidden feelings, as I am blasphemy itself, searching to ever-bind myself with a demon of the twilight. My gods will burn my forlorn name, so it joined my ill-starred desire in the rivers of the dark realm. Her shadow will haunt me and will be my fall.

I am lovesick for Mina. She owns my all.