Dear gentle reader,
Beneath the pale moonlight,
I have entered your dreams
and whispered softly
the legend of soul ties.
Slowly, you step beside me.
Hungry eyes gather in the distance.
The reality swallowing us whole
is nothing but a forgotten battlefield.
Your razor-sharp gaze is captured.
There, among dozens of rotting corpses,
stand two figures suspended in silence,
like the final pillars of a fallen temple.
The first— a broken priest.
Wounded, endlessly praying,
his trembling hands, his crooked fingers,
still searching for a fragment of mercy.
The second— a gentle demon.
Waves of warmth orbit around her.
Her sapphire eyes remain fixed upon the horizon,
calmly gazing into the endless dark.
You see them, don't you?
Remain still.
Obedience is the key.
Watch closely,
for what you are about to witness
will unsettle the deepest parts of your soul.
She senses the priest's sorrow
rising above the dead surrounding him.
His misery speaks louder than words.
"Take my hand," she whispers.
"Drink from my waters.
You have exhausted your strength
for far too long."
"My fair lady... my endless cup of hope...
How could a poor soul like mine
ever deserve to reach you?"
Like distant constellations,
their paths collide.
He drinks fiercely from the source of her light,
while she willingly holds him close,
believing compassion alone
can heal what time could not.
"How can this be?
Have I become blind
or simply mad?"
"Silence.
Ask yourself what you're truly seeing.
The truth stands before us.
It is only hidden
from those unwilling to look."
What feels like thousands of years pass.
The priest and the demon
begin studying one another.
One— cold as forged steel,
calculating,
entirely ruled by the mind.
The other— guided by razor-sharp intuition,
profound empathy,
and quiet emotional wisdom.
Again and again,
the priest manipulates, betrays, wounds,
engraving new scars into her soul.
Again and again,
the demon forgives.
Once. Twice.
Until—
something clicks.
The pattern reveals itself.
The spell dissolves.
She stands perfectly still,
frozen in time, calculating,
without anger, without reaction.
Holding every advantage,
she prepares her departure
in absolute silence.
She could have struck him down.
She could have carved wounds
deeper than those he had ever known.
But she finally understands.
This is no wounded soul.
This is a predator.
Her sapphire eyes become crystal clear.
And then—
she goes supernova.
The script shatters.
The roles reverse.
For the first time,
the priest chokes on fear.
He was clever.
Subtle as a serpent.
Yet painfully predictable.
She had always seen beyond the mask.
She understood him
better than he understood himself.
For the depth of her empathy
could only exist
because it mirrored
the depth of her own darkness.
And his downfall
would become far worse than hell.
"He searched for golden nectar,
yet stumbled upon an unknown creature."
The dead begin to vanish,
laughing into the wind.
The battlefield collapses
into an endless abyss,
opening its ancient mouth.
"Poor little priest...
At last,
you have shaken hands
with your karmic mirror."
🎤 FIOR DE TOAMNĂ
un-pahar-de-poezie
28 septembrie
Ce frumoasa e!!!
Dorul
anca_nistor
28 septembrie
O poezie pe care o recitesc cu drag, iar și iar. Simplitatea acestor versuri exprimă o profunzime sufletească imensă. Un contrast fascinant! Mulțumesc...
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myiilau
25 septembrie
Стоическое принятие. Сильно. Зацепило.
Furtuna
Lacrimi de dor!!!
25 septembrie
O poezie foarte tristă, sinceră, trăită in suflet, dar parcă ne regăsim cu toții in ea,felicitări pentru versurile sincere!
ÎN TIMP CE TU DORMEAI...
Lacrimi de dor!!!
24 septembrie
Felicitări pentru versurile minunate!!!
Rătăciri nocturne
Silvia Mihalachi
24 septembrie
,,Rătăciri nocturne,, ,din punctul meu de vedere, este o dovadă literară a unui schimb de sensuri din partea poetului în a reda realul prin imagi...
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un-pahar-de-poezie
23 septembrie
Va mulțumesc.
Cine sunt eu?
un-pahar-de-poezie
21 septembrie
Superb scris!
Solemnitate
un-pahar-de-poezie
21 septembrie
Vă mulțumesc din suflet! Bucuria imi este imensă 🤗
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Cătălin Teodoreanu
21 septembrie
Frumoase rânduri!
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Silvia Mihalachi
21 septembrie
De la timpul când vă citesc poeziile, privindu-vă versurile ca pe fotografiile dintr-un prețios album numit,, POEZIE,, , tot îmi spun că am să fac po...
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Sorin Ene
19 septembrie
Mulțumesc 🌹
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Sorin Ene
19 septembrie
Profundă, vibrantă și plină de asumare. Felicitări!
De ce scriu?
Natalia Cojocari
19 septembrie
O pezie pina la lacrii💓💓💓💓 Braboo
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Vladislav Varzari
18 septembrie
@un-pahar-de-poezie, mulțumesc mult