Rina's Poetry

During three weeks that Rina knew about the Bloodletter contest she started writing little statements of love. Some were written with all intention of being submitted, some were to help her explore herself. Below are all of Rina's poetry during this time, in no particular order.

Someone once told me, "Love is the weather being good every day, because the wind and rain are just another kind of good weather" - to me this simply means: having hope that tomorrow will be better, and having someone there to make it better with you; so then, it seems that I do actually love you.

I sold my soul to save you, my son,
And then i did it twice;
Through you your parents will live on
So I will never give up this fight.

You chose me and the one you need
My butterfly soul now turned an ice blue
So please take care what you ask of me
Because I cannot say no to you

I would trade the next one thousand years of my future
for another little life with you - one was not enough.
You were the peace I needed to grow,
and I was the play you needed to really live.

It was never meant to be you
but fait have the different idea
of us to make our perfection
as a life of love, mundanity,
beauty, anger, touching, fighting,
kissing, screaming, love making,
parenting, growing... burying -
I'm sorry it had to be you
But I believe we saved each other
You saved me. I will save you

May my soul be bound to you
Until our contract’s time is through
Until your name is one that all once knew
Until your tundra turns the world to blue
Until the cycle of death is renewed
Until the day the gods will rue
Until nothing between us remains due
Until the day I can finally know you
Until you think this much about me, too
May my soul be bound to you

After the centuries my heart was turned to ice
Until your ancient eyes, and sweet soft voice
Unveiled a man who could not help but to melt me again
With his wisdom of the ages, and the fires that forged him

Tonight feels like the loneliest of nights.
I feel like I'm going mad.
I suppose this has been a long time coming.
A yearn for something old.
Something Ancient.
Maybe something eternal.
THAT is mad.
Sleep - I wish I could escape like they can.
For 8+ hours every night
They all leave their bodies
And disappear from this world
Into dreams.
I have no escape.
No dreams, no rest.
The torture of that which haunts my mind
is ever looming.
The loneliness feels so deep and permanent.
Can writing save me from this madness?

Trying to find love for you
in the heart that you froze over -
Bound my soul to Icy blue
Yet gives me the hope of a foolish lover
who just wants to know if it's true
that some things do last forever

Fear of death has left me
now I know I'll be in your hands
And will still be there beside me
Even after my last stand

I am just writing anything that comes to mind.
I want to feel for anyone enough to make anything
that I write worth reading.
Does desperacy count as love?
The only love I can bring myself to feel is for someone long gone from here. Death has taken him. So words to him - or words about him - feel both too close and too far from me.
I thought he was at peace...
But peace does not exist for those like him.
Not yet. Not until WE make it.
And I will not fail. I can't.

I will reach through the planes
in order to break your chains
to put your soul toward peace, again -
So I've sworn on my soul, my dear, late Sebastian.

I guess I am writing to myself now.
Enoch doesn't want more "paperwork"
Darien ... I fee his love,
but I also feel his resentment
I stayed, though. Elves have a reputation,
One I have tried to avoid -
To prove I was better
ACTUALLY better. Not just Elf "better."
I stayed. I never stopped loving.
I love Sebastian though death and
I continue to love him even after.
I have loved Darien since before he
Breathed his first breath.
I live for him even now.
I have traveled for him,
I sold my soul for him.
Was none of it good enough?

The curse you suffered in life
will not define you in death
May the chains that bind you
dissolve into butterfly scales
and wrap you in green perfection
that smells of the life we made together
as you travel to Agronoch's frosty plains
and be at peace once again

I yearn to reach you,
I yearn to connect,
I yearn to touch you;
As I bathe in our soul contract
I yearn for your cold
To fill more than just my soul -
For the Devil in you to be the Devil in me,
As we make it snow on the Blood-salted sea.

All love ends eventually -
Whether by death, betrayal, or growing apart -
No matter how short lived, though,
Love is always worth it.

Fear of sound
Fear of breath
Fear all around
Without any rest
Whispers barely safe
Feelings left unsaid
If only there was grace
From the undead
Three risked it all
So we could be free
They took the fall
So now we truly speak
To live like them
It's said is an honor
But when I see him
Those distance eyes still wander
To the pain of the loss
Of the real life he once had
Before he paid the cost
And thoughts of love didn't make him so sad.

Day 32 (S18-20)
Rina writes:
Enoch,
I hope you are enjoying my letters, I enjoy writing them - even if they're just burning and you aren't actually reading them. I may not have gotten my target yet, but it's a good thing. I'd hate to embarrass myself with that 16hp fireball of yours. So I will need more time to get strong enough to make your magic work for the job. Too many unnatural creatures now roam this world: cursed giant snakes and lizards, dark creatures bursting from their bellies, Bodaks, Shepherds of Niktalia, giant sea monsters, bulets... it's a good thing you picked me, otherwise we'd be screwed.
Yours,
Rina

Rina Wrote to Enoch while spending time in Therius's library:
Enoch, Today a pile of books asked me who I'd like to go on an "Iced Cream" date with. Now, I have never had "Iced Cream" before, and don't understand the appeal just by hearing the description; but I got to wondering, "who would even make such a thing?" The only person who came to mind was you. Maybe adding some berries for sweetness would do it some good? Maybe we should see who can make the best "Iced Cream" with your magic - the true test of power. Yours, Rina.

Rina wrote again after returning:
Enoch,
I have never been good at asking the right questions. My hope was to get a god as an ally. Instead is answer game me some passive information about some thing I believe you've wished you could tell me. The unrest in your world - which is trickling into ours - is not so much Between the gods, devils, and mortals - but possibly amongst those Within the groups. Now I know: Not all Gods are good, and not all Devils are evil. For whatever its worth, Therius's answer instilled faith in me - for you. Perhaps a better question would have been, "Can Devils become Gods through worship, too?"
Yours,
Rina