Poetry : Letter to Aurora

Aurora,

I am pleased to tell you that the Dark Orb that you are looking for is in my possession.

The Desolation.

Dear Aurora,

Care to tell me what are you going to do with it?

From what that I have understood,

the Orb that you are longing for holds the future of Melenia, your world?

I am, as the inhabitant of The Wood do not understand why a great power like yours would want to possess such knowledge?

It would not be a great assistance to your kingdom of Melenia,

even though you would know what has Melenia for a few thousand years.

Aurora,

Immortality do not take place in your race.

The Woods have bespoken about this inept ability of yours.

And we have a good sport of your incapabilities,

yet Melenians feel that they are superior of our kind.

A total disgrace!

Aurora,

I am, shall have the Dark Orb to myself yet I am to loyal to you.

I have befallen from the grace of Woods themselves.

The Orb does not mean anything to us, Woods.

Why I am, having a hard odd in a quest of this unworthy?

Obsidian, not another.

Onyx, not another.

I could shed my wings and destroy the Desolation Stone, whenever I wish to.

Else, the mortal enemies of yours wish for it too and here,

For I,

could not fathom the reasons.

Aurora,

Aurora,

Tch.

Forever, I am chained to my promises.

Forever, I am caged in your desire.

I have no power to release myself from your hands.

Hope seems too far from me.

Destiny, I could not predict.

The Dark Orb, I shall place it in my heart.

Desolate, as mine.

Black, as mine.

and bloody beaten for yours.

Aurora,

I want to be yours.

Enslaved.

Excruciated.