Unfortunate Enlightenment Poem by Spellshifter Poetry

A hostage and
a ruler.

The covenants,
we've all made them:
Don't
Won't
Can't
but, perhaps, some day you might
if I ever allow it.
Ever.

Forget about it.
Nevermind.

Bring your friends over and
let them learn:
is love suicide or genocide?
It's neither.
Perhaps, it is both.

Come,
abandon yourself in my arms
and
rest for a while,
while we wait for your friends to show.
Turn every light off
and
tell me again about the time you weren't brave.
You may yet learn something tonight, boy:
I'm not here and
neither are you.

I'm the ruler of this realm.
I'm the hostage of your pain.