The Prophet, A Lover

Fate had given me the gift to see all,

To observe the rise and fall of it's children's destinies.

Never have I been apart of the tales they weave,

Until our fates intermingled, tangled like puppets on strings.

I saw it all - our love, our tragedy - each moment so clear,

And I did not want to be apart of your narrative,

But we can never undo what fate has decided for us.

I loved you so much it hurt, and I always held you tight -

As if my arms were enough to keep you unharmed.

You were a fierce warrior but loved me like a gentle poet,

And you wielded tender words of love just as easily as a sword.

I watched each time you went to fight a war that was never yours,

And I knew you would return, just as I saw the day you wouldn't.

Yet my heart shattered each time you kissed me goodbye.

Never have I wanted to change fate's design so desperately,

But I would have done anything to save you, my love.

You fought so gallantly just to survive, but it broke you.

I tried so desperately to change what was foretold,

But it was not enough, and in the end, we were both powerless.

It seems heartache was our destiny, to rise and fall,

Like I have seen so many do before us.

Fate cursed me to see all, but can it not spare me a glance,

To show how I could possibly live on without you?

I still mourn - our love, our tragedy - years after you are gone.

Because it is cruel that you were build to be a champion of the world,

And I was chosen as the prophet - your lover - left to witness it all.

I still try to cut the strings, that bound us to this destiny,

So that when our fates meet again, maybe then, we could change it.