The Poems of Two

Hello, there! This page is CriticalPoultry's first attempt at anything poetry-related, so... that basically sums it up. Please respond in the comments with feedback or critique, as I want to do more poetry-related stuff but am quite terrible for the time being and wish to improve! I may add some more to the middle, but otherwise the story is complete.
Heavy mentions of death and war, as well as mentions of blood and violenceA SandWing commoner named Snare and a SkyWing prince named Goldstone (who here is one of Scarlet's unnamed sons, for the timeline's sake) write letters to one 
another from across the continent. They were friends as dragonets, and both lived in the Sky Palace, but Snare had to leave suddenly with his mother, who was a SandWing author researching SkyWing life. Snare reaches back out to Goldstone years later, beginning a series of exchanges, up until The War of SandWing Succession begins, and the two dragons grow closer after time.
Here are their thoughts, that contain what they wanted to- but didn't -say to each other in their scrolls:
==Hope (Snare)==
I miss you, my old
friend.
You were the first dragon I could really talk to,
the first dragon I ever even liked. I never said so.
I wish I had.
I said you don't need to write back.
I said I don't mind.
I don't know if I still feel the same way about you as I did-
I probably don't-
but please respond?
==Denial (Goldstone)==
I wrote back to you.
I don't know why.
It was foolish of you to speak to me at all.
I don't-
I can't-
I never was your friend.
I despise you and your tribe,
and I will make myself clear on that.
My words were terse, but it was for both of our safety.
Me, a SkyWing prince, speaking with a SandWing commoner!
Mother would scoff, and I would be a downright disgrace. But
I remember
how your scales
were warm and how
your eyes always shined,
like moonlight against a starless sky
and how you would laugh at yourself,
in good nature, and how your sketches brought
sun into the deepest of dark, and how, and how, and how.
Please don't respond to me.
Because I have no choice.
My future is bound.
Perhaps I'll write another letter,
to make up.
Perhaps I will.
But I shouldn't.
==Spite (Snare) ==
Your words were course, alien to your refined castle.
Your words were rough, as though scarred in battle.
But you are a prince;
you have no scars.
Or maybe you do, and they're just not like ours.
Like the rest of us, we useless scum to you.
Because you don't need to fight.
You have no cause to worry.
And you are not the prince I knew.
The prince I knew was better,
but the prince
I knew
is gone.
And don't expect another word from me.
== Hope again (Snare)==
But... I got another letter from you.
From you, Prince Goldstone, from you.
I wrote back. Of course I did; I had too.
And I await your reply.
And I now doubt
my mental flood of tears, and the
pointless drought of the sun
that still flows
into my memories
Of you.
==Regret (Goldstone)==
And now for seasons, we have been friends.
I am just collecting information.
I am just being polite. But of course,
those are horrible excuses.
You are distant, SandWing.
I do not know you. But of course,
those are blatant lies.
I do not await every word of your letters.
I do not write back at once. But of course,
I am now not even fooling the dead.
I should never have written you back in the first place.
We were friends for a while, after that, but now...
Are we more...?
No.
We cannot be.
We cannot be, and we are not.
But hidden deep down,
you are my world.
And I regret
nothing.
== Pondering (Snare)==
For you, the winter came and went.
For you, the forests bloom and fall.
But nothing yet has changed for I.
For you, your spirits fell and rose.
For you, your letters leave and come.
And yet I love you, Prince of Sky.
For me, I do not tell you this.
For me, I wonder why.
But it's 'cause I'm just the son of servants.
It's 'cause I'm just a prince of the sands.
Do you love me, too,
(It's heresy thinking this)
or are you unlike me,
who through my teeth I lie?
== Worry (Goldstone)==
My letters are longer now,
and so are yours.
And yet there is so much I do not say.
Do you still have the inkwell I gave you?
I kept the drawings you made.
Do you-
But no.
And I do not love you either.
This is the lie I tell myself.
Always.
And I'm worried about your safety, 
for the SandWing sisters aren't settling.
Blistering others for their fright.
Burning wounds for the victims' plight.
Blazing the world to keep the brightest light,
and incinerating all else behind them.
They will tear down the world for a title,
and they will bring you down with it, save thought.
I don't want you getting caught up in something you can't escape,
like I am.
==Fear (Snare)==
Goldstone, I'm worried.
Goldstone, I'm scared.
Oasis is dead, and there is no throne.
Sides are being taken, and yet all are alone.
What if I have already written my last letter to you?
Deep down, I know that I have,
and that scares me more than thought can tell.
Soldiers die- what becomes of you then? What if I never tell you
how I feel? What becomes of us then?
And what if I am already gone?
And I'm scared for myself, though I try not to show it.
And what if in battle I die, and somehow they know it:
the secret you have kept for so long; me.
Me, Snare, the son of a disgraced author. And you, a SkyWing prince.
But you are just my friend, as I have told myself again and again.
What if I am already gone?
What if the clock can tick down the seconds until I am gone, me, just a common pawn?
The next morning I fight under Blaze, though she is no queen.
What if I am already gone?
As one of the countless found dead in an army? As a tally in a death toll, lost to the sheer numbers?
What if I never again get to hear your stories on the parchment we communicate with
envision your smile in my mind
always wait for your next letter
through my years as a servant of the rich
while only you care enough about me to say a word regarding my existence.
What if I am already gone?
I tell you there is no need to worry-
-but now, the fear really is all mine.
And I know that I am already gone.
==Death (Goldstone)==
It's not fair, it isn't fair.
It is not fair that I am safe in my mother's palace, as a prince,
while you are sent to war-
it simply is not fair,
and I will keep writing to you, so that I do not lose hope.
I will tell you the truth that I love you,
that I've loved you for years,
even if you do not return those feelings,
And guess what! I don't care if they learn that I love a SandWing!
Yes, you are indeed a SandWing, and you are the SandWing that I love.
And if you don't see those words-
if by the time I send them, you are gone-
what a sorry waste my worry will have been-
all those years-
but I can't think of that right now-
I can only think that it's not fair.
This war, this whole war, it's no means to an end.
Not for peace, not for salvation that the queens claim they'll bring you,
NOT FOR ONE DAMN DRAGON IN THIS MOONS-FORSAKEN WORLD is it fair.
It's not fair that I have to hide your letters,
that we could never be together,
that they sent you to battle to die.
And as time ticks, the drum sounds,
counting out the beats of our lives,
matching up with the beats
of our hearts.
For the soldiers, for the commanders, for you
it's not fair, it's not fair, it is not fair.
Every second, are you okay, are you safe? Are you even still alive?
Yes; you are; you have to be.
In life or in death, Snare, I am still yours.
And I always will be, even if you are not mine.
If there was any way of saving you from this war,
you would be safe, even if I wouldn't be.
But there isn't.
And now I can only pray.
Please.
Snare.
Don't go.
I love you.
==Life (Snare)==
It is with sadness in my heart that I leave you, Goldstone.
Sadness for myself, perhaps, but so much more for you:
pity, sorrow, grief, woe, despair, agony, anguish cannot begin to tell.
I see the sky, cloudless and blue.
Goldstone.
I see flight and fire and freedom, a sky that you traverse.
I see it and I think of you,
Goldstone.
I wish I had told you
how I feel, how I've felt for years
about you. I love you,
and I've always wanted to tell you this.
And in my pain, my thoughts remain
poetic,
as you would tell me.
Live in my place, my love, live out my joy for me.
And as my blood drowns the grass I will die on,
the tears in my eyes for you, not for me,
as my faceless opponent arises victorious,
to be killed in a moment,
in glorious irony,
I wonder, why are so many are dying?
War is just a two-sided slaughterhouse, is it not?
This will only bring more pain, and no one will be kept from it.
Why are so many screaming?
Why are so many losing friends, siblings, parents, children, lovers,
all who will learn of their loved one's death the next day?
Why... does this war need to be?
And why... am I here... at all?
Who am I... again?
And why is everything darkening...
The pain receding...
Where am I?
Who is screaming...?
And why do I see a sky, daylit and clear...
Goldstone?
Why do I know that name?
It sounds familiar...
Why do I realize that whoever you are, Goldstone, we are
connected?
There is something I need to tell you...
that I've wanted to tell you for years...
what is it?
But I know that I love you, Goldstone,
always.
And as even the sky fades away, so does my memory.
As my last view of the world blurs, so do my final thoughts.
Why am I drifting... where am I going...?
Into darkness, yet
into light...
the sky...
Goldstone...
I don't know
where
I am going...
but
will I
see you
there?
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