My energy wears the scars of battle;
Her skin wore the scars of none.
My Nemesis was breathtaking, but even that weren't enough words to truly describe Queen. Her energy had a regalness; one found herself bowing even if she didn't want to. Her eyes, shining and young, her insight, far surpassing the years.
I wanted to hate Her so bad, but there was so much to love, admire, and respect about Queen. I couldn't bring myself to destroy Her and that reality tore at me daily.
Perhaps I should have pressed forward with my intentions in the interim. Who knows how things would have transpired but I can't waste time on back then. I can only focus on the now--the current situation. I was in a losing situation, should have walked away but my pride wouldn't let me go. I saw her first, and Queen was only temporary. My time would come soon enough.
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