(14) - Ritual Of Blood Poem by James Grengs

He has survived.
-Nemesis-
The dead hunter has fled.
He knows well what he has escaped.
The darkness has withdrawn,
For a moment.
Tonight, he sleeps.

She is alive:
Within her, she can feel
Emotion.
Child-like, she wonders
At the feeling.
Her father has told her nothing of this.
She realizes that he knows nothing of this.
-A thousand years,
Without memory of emotion.-
He has told her she does not feel-
He does not know.
He also has told her she does not remember-
He is a fool.
He has tried to keep her ignorant;
He has failed.
She is confused, still,
But she is not stupid.
She knows.
She knows what she is,
She knows who she was,
She knows life,
She knows light,
She knows lust,
She knows love.
-Nemesis-
She remembers.

The wound on his hand refuses to heal.
Infection has set in. Grimly,
He cleans the wound,
The pain of the cleansing
Nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
The blood rinses away,
Mingling with water,
Swimming in dark red rivers
Down his arm.
Tears run down his face-
Lost love.

She is torn in two:
Her human,
Emotion,
Life.
Her other,
Changed,
Dead.
She wants to love,
But her new being
Fights her love.

His wound, clean, bandaged.
Much as his heart,
Washed by blood,
Rinsed clean.
Memory remains,
Colored red.