A flower for my love?

== Dear Life, ==
“What would it be like, sitting in a field of flowers, anywhere you step, they fall to your talons no matter where you step, nor of carefully. To have every life sitting in the palm of your hand”
The vain see a world of black and white in which they are the only color
The humble see a world of color in which they are black and white
But what happens if you are neither
When the world is all color, yet still black and white
And everyone you see is that of a light
Trapped between these two are you truly a receiver
Try to convince them to be a believer
Or do you just hide away to avoid being the perceiver
For lies are truth in a way
A lie is made up, but so is everything we say
So wouldn’t the truth be a lie in a different display
Standing by the river, watching it slowly flow past, so clear, and pure. It felt cool, smooth to the touch. Sliding into the crystal water a blast of frigid water strips him of breath, undermining all thoughts. The overwhelming urge to take a breath comes at you in waves, fight it, let the liquid slide smoothly over his scales. The light blots out, water clouding over, vision being overtaken by red.  A shrill bird’s cry sounds in his right ear, shattering the silence harshly. Snapping back to reality, through the clouded water below your talons. Two blank eyes stared seeing everything yet nothing at all. They pierced his very soul with chilling things like an icicle drove through the gut. Shimmering scales that were so lively moments before were stark white. Finally, they were pure, purged of noise, purified by silence. Letting go of the dragon watching it drift slowly down the river. Rinsing off his scales he walks back into the town, face shifting, the thoughts of his broken mind covered by a mask of iron, a smile. such an ugly town, tis a shame, a truly beautiful place it is, only to be dullened by these grotesque beings. 
What the world gifts with strife
We receive as though it was merely a part of life
But when you are the one beholding the sight
It no longer feels so light
 makes others sing
But yet it is fragile as glass
And when broken is no longer a part of the grass
A Rainwing stands off to the edge in a corner, scales grey, but peeking underneath was a deep purple. Rainwings are too easy to exploit, he whispering something to a dragon next to him, their scales shifted, and they passed it to another, and with streaks of red forming through the crowd, all eyes were on one scrawny Rainwing.
“Life is fragile, like a flower crushed with little force. sometimes it is an accident, others the opposite, but there is naught we can do, instead we as flowers ourselves must not allow ourselves to become forget-me-nots, and remember this beautiful flower that was lost.”
I believe this truly was a plea for help, a cry out into sheer nothing, but I fear the shattered pieces of his brain are too far gone, he was exposed to otherworldly things it is too late now, but I had come to claim an innocent, and a guilty that night.
A river flows
Into a sea that grows
Yet we keep our river locked away
Fear of being cast astray 
So why can’t we just let them flee
Let our eyes set them free
Tears dropping down
Back to the ground
To return to where it was found 
One cries out, “ It was you!” fangs bared at the dragon in the corner. Others began noticing and watched the deep purple spread along with flecks of pale green. More joined in, shouting, and angrily asking what the Rainwing had to be ashamed of, what was he so guilty about. It was thrilling, one whisper set off an uproar. The Rainwings eyes wide with terror, but could not shift his scales no matter what. A dragon cried out, “May the dead rest in peace, for the guilty, has paid for his wrongs.” Two dragons rushed apprehended the scrawny rainwing.
A Shame
When wolf turns to blame
For the sheep upon which it preys
Cannot withstand its gaze
If only they wouldn’t scatter 
Making the hunt much faster
When the hunter becomes the prey
For another has come to play
But this one has a rifle
“Our world is fleeting, a dragon who has given up is lost, but one holding on shall prevail.”
I had chosen to spare this mudwing, his words were kind, his voice soft, for he did not have a fear of going unheard, but a longing to have his words remembered, and instead I gave him a purpose, gave you a purpose.I will never truly understand that night, I had left for both us, were too much for the land, the place we met and stayed for only a few nights has turned into a magical wood, full with beauty, but life is short there, beautiful but short, like our love. No matter where you go, no matter how far you have crossed the brink of nothing, stop and talk to the flowers, converse with the rivers, and sing for the trees, for I will be there listening, and soon others will be too.  You have gone on to write poems and sing songs, your beautiful voice never wavering, and tis true, I do listen, for the grass tells me stories of where you went, the trees whisper songs you sang to them, the rivers remember your perfect face, and those dear sweet sweet flowers loose poems of great beauty and sorrow filled with longing for the one who truly listened, it saddens me, for I shall only come back when the time is right, I will be there to lift you back up, fill you will understanding, and guide you back home.  Who am I? Well tis a simple thing, I am a light in the dark, hope in the sea of dismay, a path through the winding forest, a star to guide your path, and I am the one to take you back, to the place it began, the one you all fear, yet rely so much upon. Goodbye for now until the day comes.
== Dear Death... ==
“It would be like sitting in a field of dirt, wherever you step flowers sprout, spreading like wildfire, every life growing in your hands.”Laying in a Springfield of may, the sky will darken, the flowers wilt and the sky will cry, but not tears of loss, but rejoice, for then you may truly join me, where life gives way to death, from spring to winter. Soon my love, soon will we be together once more.
I brought a new creature to this world, a beautiful young deer, fur white as fallen snow, beautiful liquid eyes, a short-lived creature, for although in beauty she was born with crippled hind legs, lived only a day before the cold overtook her. A shame, but in those few hours I sat beside her, and comforted her. I could sense you, even though it was faint, it was blissful, you were swift, letting the doe part from here kindly. Asleep, sleep to last centuries.
Letting go
Our hearts begin to slow
Letting the river flow
Helping to sow
These seeds of life
To join the sunlight
In our afterlife
I wish to see your face once more, those eyes I miss the most, liquid, like those of a deer, so full with sorrow, and love, on the brink of spilling over, they see nothing yet everything. I find it very strange, we orbit each other like the sun and moon, yet only on one occasion do we meet, the eclipse. I look forward to seeing you and hope you receive this message soon. For I fear that something has arrived, a way to cheat us, to escape these chains of the ring that makes our world.
I do believe this is all a misunderstanding, I have come to this place, a god, like no other, and you worthless beings say that I must live below among the mortal, and abide by the same rules they do.
This is not up for deciding, we all will pay the toll one day.
You disgust me. For you believe life and death are equal, but when everyone dies who is left to kill death.
No one but myself. For the day my love dies, is the day I truly die.
No, I will be there, ready. As I am now. I will feed mortals my energy, and bestow upon them gifts unlike those seen before. I will give ways to live below the air, to conjure up fire from nothing, to read minds, to cast spells, and lastly to cheat death. 
Alas there is no way to cheat death, only a way to prolong it, and for your gifts, they will wreak havoc and pain, but beware, those of most powerful, will ever so slowly lose themselves to the force. And as their soul leaves so will yours.
Not such harshness, he is merely a child. As to ease such hardships, I will grant new life a world of exploration, a place for you to live, away from these mortals, a sort of haven for those who lose their souls.
Oh life, why such a beautiful end for this soul, it has flowered before it came to be, and just withers away, stuck in heaven or chained to hell, none the less he shall find ways to burden the world.
Your pathetic ways mock me, I will not be gone forever, and every spell cast shall return to me one day like the pics of a puzzle forming a new world, a world in which is not chained by the circle of life, but by the triangle of power. And then only then will the world he at its peak. 
You see even the tallest mountains wear away. 
And the largest waves subside to the rest of the sea.
But for now, you shall be locked away, and please, do not be so envious, for all I wish to do, is to grow a flower for my love.
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