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She promised me she would wait at the other side, 

Convinced me they won't touch her, 

Because she is one of them. 

But on the other side, I cannot find her, 

Except for the ring that lies, dipped in soil. 

We came all this way, for the ring, 

How irrelevant has our love turned out to be for her people? 

She said it was the ring she saved for me, 

And made it for me, the day she came out, 

As eternal love served by the lines on the ring,

She has become my eternal anguish. 

I search for her everywhere, 

Even her people, who think I have bewitched her, 

Acts indifferent, the ones who saw her for the last time. 

I know you have made her disappear to a realm, 

Where I cannot bewitch her. 

But I cannot offer you that promise. 

I have lost track of time, 

She was always the courageous one, 

To stand beside me, 

And assured me fight in this war together, 

But she left my hand, 

To fight alone, with a ring of eternal lines. 

And her people, who betrayed her say "this is not love", 

But I don't have anything to prove to you, 

Except for my worn out and hunger deprived body, 

For which you will claim a sickness. 

She is my Achilles heel, 

And if Thetis had any idea of her son's fate, 

She would have dipped his heels too, 

And if I had any idea of her fate, 

I would not have let her face the monsters alone. 

For a moment, I let her go to fight the war alone, 

Thinking there would not be a war, 

But I promise her, I will fight this war

For her, 

Holding her invisible hands somewhere out there. 


A. C

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