He created things, but
they were mere illusions.
Touch and hold, the loving wasn't there.
Enter her embrace, and oh, his fear
was multiplied without an end of it in sight.
He loved her and he
needed her, and yet
he really could not stand to have her near.
And so the years brought things to him,
as she was left in tears. Pain building
in the heart that loved him so.
A flash, a blast, a
mighty power, rose.
Like lightning striking deep inside his soul.
It all began reversing then - somehow.
One side unto another, never true.
No matter that he fought it,
still he knew.
He wondered why the
was rushing over him. He lost
his hold, and then -
he knew no more.
For he'd denied the
of joy in his creation,
and life without such love
was never real...
? Michaelette ?