you fell in love with a boy,

a half god, half human,

he became half of your soul,

as the poet said 

he was made to be a weapon.

never to know peace,

only war and bloodshed

to appease the gods 

but you loved him

and that was enough.

you hoped it would be enough.

enough to think that a love 

like yours could save him,

even though the battle

raged on in his head 

and tore at his heart 

until there was nothing left.

wars came, 

battles won

labours lost 

but you still had him

and that was all that mattered.

after everything we did,

everything we became 

the epilogue would read 

as a tragedy.

somewhere down the line

the gods sealed our fate,

our end,

our story became a tale of woe,

only history would forget

about our undying love,

but darling how they would remember you.

our story became 

a tragedy,

but

you and i my love,

would always find each other 

defying heaven and hell 

just to hold you again,

to find the other half of my heart.

so until then my darling,

i’ll be here

waiting

for you. 

– i would know him in death, at the end of the world.