I found this one floating around in my flash drive... Don't remember when I wrote it, but it must have been quite a while ago. It still needs a title though.???
Sailor Gemini
It’s night as I leave the World. The putrid mess of the room I share floats about; I cross my legs shyly as Ýpnos pulls me through, leading me to Morféas. I toss the cloak and pass through the doors; past him. And it’s into the lit forest I find myself in, Selíni smiling as she watches from the Silver Orb she rides. From the back I find you amongst the treetops, smiling your mischievous smile that we both know I love so much. I rush over to see you, and you come to greet me. A dash across the wilderness, a love scene in a bed of roses, and then Ílios appears. Again, I must leave. So long, my love.
The next morning, I borrow some rose. When I find you, it’s my presence my scent shall disclose. I’m caught in the act; I’m sorry Mother, but I can’t promise I’ll stay unchanged. Until we meet, please forgive me. All day I recall our meetings; for some reason, I’m not quite here, even though I’m here. A dance of Hours goes by, but again, I don’t see you. Then, in the scarlet twilight, I can’t stand it anymore. Too long have I wished and waited; now I want to run out and find you. But when will that be? Where will that be? Again, I know not the answer. I hate the bitterness of helplessness. It’s probably because of the sweets I like so much. I set the cards down. Why, Lovers, why? I’ve waited so long.
That night, I’m in a new darkness, but my desperateness calls out in a beacon of light. You find me quickly. The backlace is unguarded, and I wonder how far we’ll go tonight. You hold a hand out to me, and in it a collar. We don’t need it; I’ll follow you anywhere, but I don’t mind. You lead me to the inky black chamber where we again repeat the acts we once thought forbidden. You bind my arms on Fate’s strings as I await your love. You start, and as quickly as it began, our passion ends with a gift from Idoní. I wonder; can we ever return? I know we can’t; the act has been done, with marks on my wrists and bruises on my breast. Do you remember our vows? It’s pointless asking; since the day we met, since our lifetimes together, you had been engraved into my heart in shining gold, our promise sealed with a kiss.
Back in reality, Mother seems to hate the idea. I know of the danger I’m going towards, but I really don’t care anymore. As the Light Twin, I follow what she says. As the Dark Twin, I feel rebellious. Which of me should I listen? Oh my love, please come and save me!
And while I'm thinking of it, I got some parts from Romeo and Cinderella.
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A killer 'lady', sinful as the perfect liar, but sweeter than the sweetest devil.