Fictional Intrusion (Poem)

You are the catalyst,

The start of an uncontrollable reaction:

The Beginning and The End

Of my wandering.

I kept journals,

Recording our story,

With an inevitable end,

That of Death's forceful hand.

When we met,

I arrived at a sacred grove,

A place of belonging,

A place of life and death.

When I lost you to the grey,

I wandered through the fog,

You were a nightmare and a dream,

The mythical flame-haired woman.

Through the absence of sense,

I felt the fires,

But I grew to fear and doubt them,

And so I avoided you.

Can't you see

How our tale is theirs?

I wrote it before,

And we embodied it.

Now it is hard to say

Whether I am him,

Whether you are her,

And whether this is true.

-Zero