Phoebe and Belthazor

Pretty Phoebe
Happily innocent, naive to a fault
Open to new experiences that have yet to be discovered
Everyone who sees her is instantly either jealous or enraptured by her
Beauty unmatched on the
Earthly plain.

Bold Belthazor
Evil in heart and deed
Liar's tongue spinning webs of bent truths
Trying anything and everything for another slice of
Happiness - the one thing that seems to
Always be just out of reach. Such a powerful being, struck down not by
Zeus, but by nimble Eros. Loss of love... the
Only thing that can add fuel to his
Rage.

What fate has combined
Will be strengthened or weakened
Only by these two.

2/17/13

Doubt. Uncertainty.
two ways to kill a new love
or strengthen, once past.
2:47p

My sanity... lost.
sacrificed on Love's altar
My psychotic heart.
3:14p

Aborted Love

Love.

Killed before it’s first breath

Bright eyes never allowed to open

Suffocated by fear, doubt, and uncertainty

Never allowed to crawl

To walk

To run, hand in hand with hope

To learn

That the sun shines brightest after the darkest storms

That the prettiest smiles are behind tear-streaked eyes

To experience the pride of overcoming an obstacle to win the prize

Denied

Never given a chance

Snuffed

Wiped from everything but the heart

Dead

Aborted.