Desetra

[msmoon]

I have a undead Mage on WoW, Desetra. I love RPing her because she’s actually quite ‘happy’ and for an undead…that’s not usually the case. But today, I was just thinking about her and this popped into my head. I know I’m not good at poetry, but I was just thinking of her and her character and this is what I got. Which makes me feel like there’s a lot more to her than I’m aware of. Of course, characters need 3 dimensions to be good, so it’s ok that I haven’t full flushed her out yet. Anyway, here’s my crappy poetry, simply titled ‘Desetra’.

My skin,
I can’t feel it.
My muscles work,
But they are cold.
If this nothingness consumes me,
Why do I feel your knife in my back?

My heart,
It doesn’t beat.
But my chest is on fire,
From the effort you cause
When I see you, my lungs strain.
I have to make it stop. Why won’t it stop?

My dead heart,
Beats for you.
Your knife,
Vibrates in my back.
I’ll never be able to control it.
My feelings for you won’t die.