Yes, it's been a while. I glad I still have an audience, even though I don't always respond to their comments.
The cloaked phantom
. . . . . Floated toward the windowsill,
Traced one long finger
. . . . . . Across the glass,
A barrier between
. . . . . . Ryou and his escape.
--
Little host, I desire
. . . . . . Something of yours
As do you. . . . . . And such an exchange
Of possessions
. . . . . . Would benefit the both of us.
--
The surface beneath its finger
. . . . . . Crystallized with ice.
You see, we are not that different,
. . . . . . You and I.
. . . . . . . . . . . . It let the mystery of its words linger in the air.
. . . . . . There is even ground between us.
You, being your own master,
. . . . . . Its voice dripped with cloying sarcasm.
should know best.
--
Its hand spread wide upon cool glass.
--
We share a hunger for…. . . . . . Its hand clenched into a fist.
…revenge.
Us, out of murder,
. . . . . . and
You, out of jealousy.
--
Ryou immediately retaliated, dissent hot on his tongue.
"I'd never-"
It looked over its shoulder with a sneer
- silenced all protests.
Do you dare deny the truth?--
We are not stranger,
. . . . . . To the burning tempest,
. . . . . . . . . . . . That wakens
. . . . . . In the calmest of hearts.
Nor do we wager,
. . . . . . You were entirely ignorant of it.
You know of what we speak of;
. . . . . . The stir of yearning
Tinged with envy,
. . . . . . Seeking the intimacy of camaraderie.
Not much differs between our thirst for life (our descendant wastes)
. . . . . . And your hunger for acknowledgement.
Its hollow eyes bore into Ryou's.
Cast off your tattered weeds
. . . . . . And bear garments of prestige.
For whatever choice you make
. . . . . . Shall end your gravest mistake.
Now that we have awakened
. . . . . . This long dormant elucidation,
No longer can you greet your friends
. . . . . . With that same honest smile.
No longer can you see your friends
. . . . . . In the same accepting light.
You will begin to question your own thoughts and actions
And in your horror, these thoughts and actions will turn on you
Betraying the true heart inside
. . . . .And your true intentions.
And so,
. . . . .regardless of what you do,
You cannot go back.