This one



  This one is born of flesh
  but deprived of feeling.
Oh, the impossiblity of it all
      that one such,
who's heart mirrors the Night
   should fly, should feel.
This one has been broken open,
   and can feel you within.

  It's not right, not wanted.
The feelings you leave here have
   to much meaning.
So, let this one fall back
  to the river of death.
Let this one be devoid of heart.
Bless this one with emptiness.




A little explanation to clarify things. This is a persona poem based on the greek gods. It is Hades inner monolog to his first feelings for Persephone. He loves her but he doesn't understand how to, and is fearful of what that love will do to him.