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I Regret Killing The Fly [ENG]

I am a restless spirit tonight;
like the Dark Herself, crowned
With white fire and
A most inconvenient longing.

You are my enemy tonight,
Buzzing awfully, like a thought
Like one of Those thoughts
Which grow thicker in nights like this.

You are my enemy tonight,
Dressed in black velvet and
Iridescent muslin, a diadem
Of onyx rising above your

Deep, dark eyes, frightening
Like the night; like a god's
You are frightening and ugly
I am sorry. It is true.

So I rise. I am actually glad
To have an excuse to rise. I am a restless body
Lying in a monument to resting
Irreverent light before the throne of royal Nyx

So I rise.
And You are my enemy,
Dressed in black, like a mourner
While my nightgown is golden silk

You are terrifying. And ugly.
And I am a precious princess,
Attempting to sleep in my tower
And You are bothering me with this buzzing.

First, I electrify You.
But You don't die.
And now You are on the floor
And crawling.

And now You are the precious princess.
Dressed in the most expensive of rich velvets
Seeking refuge in your dark mother's lap
And me, oh me, I am a golden dragon

Rising from the underworld, enormous
Terrifying. And Ugly.
And I am sorry.
For now You are crawling, as I have before

You are my friend. And You are beautiful.
Oh, small friend. Now is when I kill You
For it is more merciful this way.
I have already taken one of your wings...

Would I do it to a bird? A fluffy, large dove
All grey and wonder, all adoration?
Which type of beast takes the wing of a
Seagull with lightning?

That prince of anger? Dressed in robes
Of white and grey, lowering himself
To the waves, longing for them, screaming
like I have, many a time?

That brooding highness, philosopher king,
Dreaming of seashells and seafoam, dreaming, Dreaming, hoping, for he is large and warm
Like me and therefore must likewise dream.

But You are small and cold and You buzz
And I don't like it.
So to me You do not dream.
Until you start crawling.

I am sorry, friend.
I hope you find your resting now.
I have crawled like You did;
And I have had my wings removed too.

I am truly sorry, friend.
Your onyx diadem was lovely.
And so were your robes.
The night still has room for you.

The night will always have room for you.