Another year of turning seasons,
Time passes, both quickly and slowly,
And always He looks at Her with love,
The way He once looked at her.
But now, She finds Herself looking back.
The Art of Him is Her temptation,
His skin, a canvas She longs to touch,
Blood-covered ink after the hunt.
Their sons returned bloodied for the sake of their sister,
Her teeth crave retribution,
Words like silver blades long to be thrown.
He warns Her against it,
The Alpha son must fight his own battles
Or he will never be an Alpha.
Dinner comes, and they eat as a family,
The flavors from across the sea
Are not as comforting as His company.
The raging storm in Her has passed,
Her grieved heart in its bone cage is tired,
The work of hatred of His betrayal is too much.
She craves the love They shared before,
Before She saw what His light was to Him.
A love She will never feel again,
So, friendship is offered,
She cannot promise Him
Her resignation will last.
Her words planting seeds of hope in His soul.
"I can't hate you anymore."
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Impressions from Across the Sea and Sand : BESSA & ELSKA by Rachelle Mills
RandomScribbles humbly offered by Mama Magie @PenumbraMINE Impressions from Across the Sea : BESSA and Borson BESSA will always be capitalized as She, Her, Hers. Borson will always be capitalized as He, Him, His. together -They, Their. other will be pres...
