Alice and Uncas; an ode to the lovers

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: Alice and Uncas.

: Sliver of silky black
: A feather soft but blood red
: Hard young flesh displaying trophies
: Hide and skin flash alternately, unknowingly
: Eyes that know not to question; but burn sun bright.
: Telling you, willing you to survive.
: But we will question. We will probe and question and wonder
: Our eyes wide when confronted with brutality the stranger bringing death.
: I hold no comfort in this. I belong to the passion of living. One skin belies another, for I am born not of my father or my mother. I am not proud of the questions. I love the all-knowing bright eye.

: Limbs stretched, Features contorted with the pain of living, loving, being.
: An open wound on flesh unhealed, scars of battles never realised, the silent strength of you shattered into piercing feeling.
: Destroy anything that prevents you from her, knives flash blood falls, young lives swift and fast and ripe with the fullness of the living
: Death comes to the warrior as his heart-eyes see their one last wish
: Their dying wish; her face his agony
: For even before death it’s a love unspoken,
: Then silently he falls
: His pain forgotten
: All but her, forgotten
: Dead.

: Hannah Beal


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