Before I begin the poem, I feel it's best to give a little backstory to both people in the poem, if you want to leave it to context, STOP READING THIS AND LOOK TO THE POEM. Poatl is a character of my own design, a deity of nightmares. He goes in to people's rooms as they sleep at night, and fill their heads with horrible dreams. Nyoa is his wife, who is scared of everything, including him. Part of the reason she loves him is his control over fear itself makes her feel safe around him, at least when he isn't scaring her.
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A love letter, from Poatl, to Nyoa.
Greetings dear,
I hope your doing well.
Things are quite nice here, in the darkest part of hell.
By now you probably twitch with fear, worried for my safety.
Don't fret, to be honest, I've been bored of my work, lately.
I often long for your quivering touch
Though writing these letters, is a proper crutch.
I love you, dear Nyoa, now go to rest.
Think of the time we'll have, the very best.
One last thing, my dear sweetheart.
One last note, before I depart.
Don't look behind you.
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~bow~
Thank you. This is just something I came up with while pondering the twisted relationship between my story characters.
Lastly, PLEASE COMMENT, I love criticism, good or bad, I just want to know I've got people reading. I know I haven't posted in the longest while, but I promise that will change.
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Poe's Sanctuary, Shelley's home
