This, I propose to you,
A love story, not simply of the other,
But also simply of you, too.
So listen to my tale of monster;
For to love another, you need to love yourself.
And to love yourself, you need to know yourself.
Sat a spirit, lonely on a tomb,
Lonely as a wandering spirit.
Perched, a girl, on a forgotten doom,
Forgotten as an old candle lit;
Never did they know fate would strike.
Always did they think they would never like.
In a foggy cemetery,
A single mourning spirit waited in tear
Observing the scenery.
The cold cold scenery of fear;
How long had it already been?
How much time had it already been?
Atop a forgotten castle,
She looked to the horizon, her mind so dark.
This is where she had her last battle,
On her body, she could still find the mark;
How long had it already been?
How much time had it already been?
It was during a cold night,
The wind grew stronger.
Leaving the gargoyles behind, it took flight.
There was an uncontrollable hunger;
The lady did not mean to harm anyone.
The lady had not meant to harm anymore.
It was during a cold night,
The wind grew stronger.
Terrible sounds of the night gave fright,
Yet it wanted to stay longer;
The man did not mean to scare himself.
The man had not meant to scare himself.
Names were a thing that were long gone,
So when they met in that dark fog,
They told each other they knew none.
And so they looked around the bog;
Spicula was the lady’s name, named after a thorny rose.
Gyves was the man’s name, named after tightly bonds.
On that night, they met and fell in love.
Spicula’s thirst was far from contained.
They fell for each other where there stood no dove.
Gyves’s sorrows were filled with disdain;
No love they truly experienced for each other.
No love they could give to each other.
You see, Spicula’s situation was quite dire,
Thirsty from humanity’s greatest curse.
And of course, Gyves’s was no better,
For he gave a eulogy with no verse;
As they hated themselves, they could not love.
As they loved only each other, they could not love.
They saw how their lover felt,
A self-hatred that could not be explained.
They saw how their lover dwelt.
Light on their secrets that would not be made;
They both told their lover to love themselves.
They forgot that they, too, had to love themselves.
Spicula saw how her lover would never feel her skin.
Shame she felt, how unlovable.
Gyves saw how his lover would never kiss him.
Confused he felt, how untouchable;
She could not know that he would phase through her skin.
He could not know that she would bite through him.
“My love,” said he, most dire,
Tell me if you ever get hungry.
For I believe you are a vampyre.
So tell me, for you can bite me;
The lady never meant to harm anyone.
The vampyre never meant to harm anyone.
“My love,” said she, most whole,
Tell me if you ever feel yourself go vast.
For I believe you are but a ghoul,
And I want to help you mourn your past;
The man never meant to disappear.
The ghost never meant to disappear.
And thus, with secrets such revealed,
They helped each other through their troubles.
For their problems were now absolved.
They needed not to hide behind ruffles;
A vampyre could not harm a soul.
A soul could not harm a vampyre.
From my tale, thus learn
To love another is to love yourself.
Love you may not earn,
If you do not love yourself;
No more in each other’s harms.
They were in each other’s arms.
☾ ⚝ ☽
