He was the sun and I was the moon
He shone in all the darkest places bringing light to the world
He didn't know he was doing it, he didn't
know he was giving everbody hope and a
shoulder to lean on.
I was the moon,
broken and bruised,
no one took notice of me.
He didn't know that he shon light through
me and helped me light up the night sky.
He is all that I long for yet
All I am forbidden to have.
I am his weakness,
the person he hates.
He is beautiful, hand crafted by the Gods
Given the strength of a thousand men
Given a heart made of iron and
Barricaded with stone
He is feared.
He is Demetre
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