[e11even]

"And so you are mine... Not of blood ormy own kind.
Yet, we are most similar in that, And that, alone, binds.
I love you deeply. Be your own in time."

It was with such purpose andalmost palpable grace of He,
Who brought us, the nameless, to participate... be...

"...be something worth some eons of peons to see."
But some of us were too naive on the deeds one recieves...
Until an incident of damningproportions had a beed on our leads.
Knowing risk,consequence, and still resorting to devious things...
Relieved us of dreams for shackles to dutyasour Karma, it'd seem.
But let us digress, for the means to an end lie in the details between...

She was my sin, a dark courage rousing in this soul anew.
none akin to her likeness, my firey lust gave life to this scourge in you.
Bound byobligatory vows to another, she refused a court's pursuit,
Infused with a hatred for man-birds and blue, my indulgence in love's wars then grew.

"Let us duel... the victor reaps the cosmic reward that is her soul"
"So it shall be, tortoise... your loss will make your shaming jealousy known!"
Constellations the audience, our mentor abashed, and it showed.
Immediate regret on my enemy's face at the sight of our Lord, but controlled.

Then was the clash of the unknowns,
two massive beings of such supposed class, yet have thrown
Punches and insults to match the passion they've known
For her. She wept. Then, at last, she'd explode...
"Stop this madness! I'll go!"
Gigantic crags smashing bone with each thrash gnashing at both
Drowned out her spazz, in a hope
That both would make peace, but flesh's companion is sin, a caste decomposed.

We knew better. But we knew selfish justice more.
Our much disgusted Lord adjusted,
a frustration bored down to a jester's lore.
He was almost entertained, but moreso if he'd evened the score...

"Immortals can fall to immortals. You shall die here, man-bird!"
Readied his stance, "Joust me and win, victor!" He scoffed as advances converged...

THWAAAAAKKKKK!

In opening my eyes, I was face to face with my lust.
Her sobbing face... her bleeding body absorbing the brunt of my thrust...
They, both, appear fixed on my staff... yet I'm the one crushed.
My wonderful Lord looking on... and smiling?
"Enough is enough."

"Alas, you have witnessed the error of your ways, a mistake you can touch.
No pain is enough, but I will show mercy's refrain so you gain of this much."
He approached the wounded, "Live!" Reviving them with a touch.

And so we were shackled.
I, Akupara, have the burden of carrying your world upon my back,
The burden of watching my rival, Arva the moon, stare in anguish as
Our love, Tarkshya the Sun, burns as bright as our desire attached.
Forced to see and not interact. Did you learn from that?