The Game
Love is as terrifying as it is beautiful
As fickle as it's fruitful
A lie, a truth, a game of chance
It takes bravery to play it, you know
And everytime a player loses, a piece of them is taken away
Some would call it a suicide mission
The likes of the story of Icarus, a man who loved the sun so much he flew closer to see more of it and died for his adoration
Flying above, falling, then a sudden crash
To find it and to lose, they feel that same way
Do you ever wonder if Icarus regretted it or not?
He was warned, after all.
His father told him the dangers, and yet...
There is a certain beauty and a certain madness in knowing you might be injured and burned, knowing you might sink into the waves while the unfeeling sun never dims its shine for you once, yet daring to fly closer anyway
Just for a peek, just for a look
For the warmth and comfort that may last a moment and not a lifetime
And it takes even more strength to push past the waves and rise your head, again, to try once more, wounded but undeterred
It's a dangerous game indeed, players be warned
And I would tell anyone and everyone not to play it but
I'm afraid the treasure at the end of the dark labyrinth is much too precious for me to do such a cruel thing
Heartbreak is a certainty but whether it is worth a lifetime of good is up to each of you.
Now ready your hearts for battle, brave warriors.
It may take some tries and you will indeed face injury but may we all find our real and true forever suns so we may taste the undescribable victory that is love by their smile alone