I am the priestess "Alianndra", this is my confession of my crimes.
Not murder, theft, but the sin of not telling a boy how I felt at all the right times.
He would freely talk about his feelings for me and I always believed his word.
I so wanted to confide in him in return, but I was the pathetic coward.
Selfishly I put my duties first, because I didn't know what else to think.
I cry thinking about how he must have felt like a fool for thinking I would love him, him not knowing that my prestige was something I was willing to sink.
He ran from me when my love wasn't returned, ran to become powerful so we would be a proper fit.
It was all my fault for hiding my love, he deserved to know..deserved to see it.
Evil armies attacked and all hope was gone, because my city was ultimately to be taken.
He wanted to protect me, even if it meant to be forsaken.
Showing up with a unholy army of his own, he defended my walls.
But it was somewhere else where the great tragedy happened...it was in one of my great halls.
As his men held the halls, he made his way to the city's core.
He stared at me and I stared at him, we shared a smile even with the other demon legions at my door.
Suddenly he spoke of a way to destroy the hell armies, a sacrifice.
What he hadn't told me about this ultimate spell was it's price.
As he casted and wove his magic, I finally caught on to his plan.
I called his name..I called for him to stop, when I reached for him he passed through my hand.
He looked at me and smiled as the spell was finally taking place, still not knowing that he had my heart.
I so wanted to say everything I've thought of since we parted, but now that he was disappearing I didn't know where to start.
Tears streamed down my cheeks and I held out my arms for him to hold me.
But as the seconds passed, there was less and less of him to see.
But before he sacrificed himself, just as someone would a pawn.
I cried out that I loved him, he was shocked and then smiled...then he was gone.
A blinding flash of light enveloped the city, soon the hell armies were defeated.
It seems everyone thought that the spell was my doing, that it was because of me that we succeeded.
Now I sit alone on my throne in sadness, this design was the right one but I still wished I took the other.
The one where I'm poor, hungry, dirty, but there would be one other thing...we would be together.
**Excuse that some of the phrases are very very long...but I tried to describe a story that I've been writing in my free time into a poem and you could imagine that! Anyways...I hope you like it, surprisingly it didn't take as long as I thought it would.**
