Broken Heroes

Part I — Shadows of Betrayal

“No, please!” I begged—

but silence screamed back at me

with unsympathetic eyes.

Loyalty—betrayed, suppressed, and left to die.

My voice echoed—a haunting cry,

only audible within my shattered mind.

In this vacant space, memories lingered:

the moment you traded me

for selfish desires.

Your laughter erupted—maddening, intoxicating.

“Haha!”

A sound I never knew

until that night.

Footsteps approached,

emotions dissolving like mist.

I waited… for freedom, salvation—

or inevitable doom?

“Ssh…” a whisper soothed my fractured soul.

“You’re safe here…”

Warmth enveloped me like a winter blanket—

but for how long?

“I’ll give you my heart,”

a low voice proposed.

“In return, yours—time is irrelevant.”

Part II — Between Life and the Light

“One day you’ll regret. One day you’ll feel

the weight of what you’ve done to me.

But it will be too late—too late to repent.”

“Take him away now! He is of no use to me,”

her icy voice echoed through hollow chambers.

“No… no…”

My pleas fell silent

as glacial hands and eyes bound me.

“Why? No!”

But all around me,

faces bowed—powerless, blind.

A drowning force consumed me,

dragging me into the ocean’s darkest night.

“This must be death—my ultimate Nirvana,”

I thought.

Yet warmth pulled me upward

into the arms of light.

A gentle current embraced me,

scented with wild berries, petunias,

rain, and sunshine bright.

“So this is death—peaceful,” I sighed.

Then a voice—sweet as a siren’s song—

broke my trance that night.

“Stay. We’re almost there,” she whispered low,

a lullaby that held me

in timeless embrace.

But one night, her melody shattered

like broken glass.

I tried to reach her—

but my limbs were heavy,

mute, motionless…

except to listen—

listen to her agony,

echoes of my own fate.

After that night,

strength returned slowly,

like morning clouds

clearing the pain.

I left…

yet searched for her melody—

nowhere found.

Except—

her scent.

Familiar. Haunting.

It pulled me back

from death’s edge.

I longed to hold her—

but my reflection showed a broken toy,

fragile, flawed.

I dared not cause her more pain.

So I swore:

One day, I’ll return for her…

when Falena’s heart is no longer sadly tattered.

Part III — Falena’s Lament

All color fled the day he left.

I watched his back fade—

and my heart turned to stone.

“Please don’t leave,” I whispered—

but it was only a cry

trapped in the cage of my mind.

I ran.

But like the wind,

he was gone.

The world conspired against me:

thorns coiled ‘round my ankles,

drawing blood’s dark sea.

I fell—

a discarded porcelain doll,

watching his cart disappear

into the mist.

What a foolish dream.

What a deadly price I paid

for a single, stolen moment

of light.

Dragged back into darkness,

like a lamb to slaughter—

the scent of death clung to me.

The colors vanished.

Black.

Grey.

Ash.

The air turned rancid.

No matter how I scrubbed,

the stench lingered—

a punishment

for loving what was forbidden.

But one night—

like a star across the void—

strong arms enveloped me.

A balm.

A breath of ocean mist.

A voice.

“It’s you…” I whispered,

amethyst eyes reflecting stars

I thought were gone.

“Why now?”

My voice trembled.

“My heart was yours…

but you were never there.

Why return, only to leave again?”

“I’ll stay with you—

till eternity,” he vowed.

“In my heart, you’ll be free.”

And as his voice echoed,

I fell into slumber—

my heart, finally at peace.