∆RES

Ares

-Goddess of War-

Truly, my very first and last emotion, surging like a fiery flames in every veins.

If i recall it was worse and good old days, as after million of years, from Noah to us, we have much shorter time. Those one year, was like hundred for me. 

"Sagan", is what she called, in my own Language. You may called her "Ares" as in Greek Mythology, the war deities. But this one, unique, she raise war against all of me. Unknown, unseen, unheard, is what our doings everyday, bittersweet.

All start with a bit of chuckle, naive, and purely innocent. Below a roof of aged wood, and fresh air crashing to skin. Her ability is to "capture time", it is her favourite since child. I love how she talk brightly about her vision and dream, about her ability. Personally i do love people dreams and hope, for it will also encourage me to be brave.

And then, i saw her tears, which signing of fears lurking her thoughts. Failure, is always horrible, all soul avoid it greatly. But in the end, we must do, or not at all.

I try to put the tears back to the place. Smile, her smile, is the price i wanted her to pay. I got it, and i memorize it, so i can use it as a boost for passing the day. But she, love someone...

When i know, my body, this blood and bone, are cold like forgotten iron. I feel my soul are turning to dust, and gone. But i try to forgot about it.

Then one day, she made a promise, sweet one, and i took it without care. But to no avail, her words were, blank paper. She never there, but for them. i am stuck in the right and wrong, in the middle, so gray, and i am, chaotic.

Heart hurts, mind blown, rage, rage, rage, in eyes i saw fire, i do not know where it came from. All my Ten already told me if she not worth it, but why my feels are telling differently?

Since then, we war against each other. She sending spear, i call the arrows, she stab my chest and i cut her throats. Again, and, again, and again.

Till i forgot if got a heart, for now i do not feel it anymore.

Ares, the Goddess of War, are no more, i hate and love her, and i do not know, which one.

I am dead because of her

What is love? All i know it is just a mere stories told

-lazarus-