Hero Poem by Aldo Rino Smiloveux Bell

Fourteen you are now.
Pale beauty.

I dreamt that
he came. A prince.

Stood before me.
Strong eyes.

He asked me:
Who are you?

Don’t know, really.
Sorry.

I guess
I am nobody.

A wood with a ghost behind every tree.

Then you looked into his eyes.
I blinded both of mine.

Then you took his hands.
I cut off both of mine.

Then you kissed his lips.
Then you whispered in his ear.

The words he longed to hear.
What they were I knew so well.

You welcomed him into your heart.
I damned mine to hell.