Awakening
When I was young
Sat upon my mother's knee
She spoke of a world
I would long to see
It was bright and colorful
Unlike the barren land of my birth
Full of lush flora and
The kindest people filled with mirth
But I learned that this world was not real
A figment of imagination from her mind
I could never go there, it was impossible
When I dream, however, the lines are undefined
Then I forgot
Major parts of my memory slipped away
I awoke on a grassy field
A hand out, bright as day
He was blue and bright and beautiful
She was yellow, lively, and cheerful, I surmised
He was grey, a skeptic, through and through
I was purple. A strategist only meant to advise
There was a mark on my hand
I knew not of it's meaning
He told me to not worry
Little did we know, it was the mark of a demon
He had one as well
If I recall
A birthmark, he said
Signifying the blessing of Her above all
We met him earlier on
I suspected he was not honest
But he protected his sister and we owe him a debt
We would know soon, he promised
She loved her people above herself
Her sacrifice was too great for us to bare
Do not speak her name, he said
But all glazed over eyes do is stare
We spent two years of peace before we were back
A call of help from an old friend
We were reluctant to leave her alone
Yet across the sea, we went
We traveled together
Across towns, snow, and plains
We were unstoppable
Or, so he claimed
Until it came time for my goodbye
A familiar girl brought the news
Along with others from another place, another time
We shared differing views
Up we went, to the final trial
I can remember lavender flying with scarlet and mist
I can remember red and green riding across my vision
Teal and pink whizzed by to assist
I remember yellow and grey
I remember purple and blue
And so much more I cannot name
But all of them true
It was the only secret I kept from him
My life is yours, it always has been
It was over, at last. I don't have any regrets
I will give what I can so that we can win
May we meet again, in a better life
I don't know how long I was gone
But I had time to think
And many things to ponder on
That world I was drawn to
So many years ago
It was real and I found it in him and with him
There is so much to him I owe
I awoke on a grassy field
A hand out, bright as day
There he was, a beautiful blue
A permanent fixture in my life forever, I pray
It's over now
I have never been so glad to hear those words
I don't have the mark anymore
The wind is such a blessing to be heard
When I was young sat upon my mother's knee
She spoke of a world I would never get to see
But she was wrong and I was wrong
I get to spend forever with him by my side, together and free
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