Odyssea

Odyssea drowns in her sleep by her own hands. 

Didn’t I tell you not to fall for the night? 

He didn’t want to let her go,

We knew it would have come to this,

As it happens in each universe,

And Odyssea knew this,

But she loved him,

And so she fell for the night.

But He pulls Odyssea’s soul apart as with the stem of a flower,

Stuck waiting for him to come once his sister sets,

She cannot leave, cannot breathe,

She must wait for him and satisfy his every whim,

And when it gets to be too much, 

She leaves, even though she knows he will find her.

You cannot escape from darkness itself,

Not when it forged your hair, wings, and heartstrings.

He finds her asleep,

By a myrtle shrub,

And wraps his many hands around her,

Pulling her to him, 

Willing his heart and ribcage to absorb her essence,

And it happens.

Only Odyssea’s light is left in this universe, 

The one fragment of her being he cannot control,

So he held her body as he watched her flicker away towards the new day.

Odyssea drowns in her sleep once again,

But her love, and curse, will follow her in her next life.