Ode To Dawnables

Who am I?

Who am I?

Dawn.

But not the dawn that shines the Sky every new. I am not the dawn you wake up to from your beautiful dreams. You will not see me through your cracked window, filling the Skies with shining pink and gold.

But, I was.

Once.

Where am I?

Where am I now?

Nowhere.

I did once-once-exist with you; among man kind.

But you shall never see me. Never.

Again.

But I am still here.

I hide.

I hide from the world. Your wicked, wonderful world. You won't see me again. Only in your dreams will I hug and kiss your sweet face.

Why do I hide?

I remember.

Long ago.

I was someone.

I was with someone.

I was loved by someone.

I was held in his arms.

But I am here.

I remember.

Not so long-long-ago.

I began to grow apart. He grew away-away-the same.

We did not love.

I remember.

Not long ago.

I was promised. I was promised to him. HE. He.

Who once loved.

But no more.

I remember.

Very.

Very well.

We sat.

We talked.

It was done.

I remember.

I hugged him good-bye, giving him luck for the world.

I was gone.

I can still hear the mourning for me echoing in my ears. My face. My visage.

Covered in tears.

As I walked into the darkness-darkness- of the never ending night, never to see dawn again. I weeped. Bitter tears covered my once blue and green eyes.

But not all my tears that rolled on my cheeks were by the crying I could hear from the ones I love.

They.

They.

They hated me.

Those who loved him, HE. Some, neglect, and despise me.

I have read.

I have read stories. Amazing adventures. Beautiful, beautiful stories. Adventures.

About the one.

I once loved.

Once.

But I cry.

Why do I cry?

I was.

I was.

The killer.

The hated.

The wicked, DESPISED being, of many tales of him.

Him.

I was the ruler.

Ruler of the forsaken monsters that crawl in darkness.

I am no more.

Dawn.

Not the shining light you shall see every morning.

This is why I hide. Why I shall never show my face to the world.

Not again.

Never.

Forever, and always.

Always.

I shall only be known by the one, I once-once.

Loved.

I am the one.

They say I.

I.

Broke his heart.

But mine, it's broken.

But not by him.

Hatred.

Hatred.

Hatred brakes my heart. Tearing at the love and joy it holds.

But my blood will never fill with it.

Its blackening mist will never fill my beat.

Beat.

Like the cold, wicked beings, hated by him, and the ones he loves.

They will never fill my heart.

But.

I hide.

I hide from the shining light you won't see every morning of this long, dark life.

Who am I?

I am not the dawn you will never see every morning.

I am not dawn.

I am.

I am.

Dawnables.