I was told to remove all traces of a previous lifetime.
I readily complied, and sent all the once precious memories into the dark of night.
While some remained, most had already gone.
I have yet to set them into a fiery death.
The ones in the loneliest confines had already gone, those were the ones of most value.
I would have rid of them eventually.
I may have taken long, but I definitely would.
Like a knight slaying a dragon in its dying throes, I would drive my blade to deal it death, and honor its passing with fire.
You had told me to behead the dragon as soon as it fell.
And I did.
I opened the toy box, unlocked with the keys to her mind.
I entered your brightly lit castle.
I made my way through the mazes meant to keep the intruders out, the thieves from making off with your treasures.
I am the moonlit knight, I danced to the music of discovery and pursuit.
I had slayed my dragon and its soul, all in its entirety.
And yet in the deepest of your dungeon, your dragon is there.
Alive and well.
Secrets so long kept, a heart unable to live on?
I shed a tear and closed the door.
I looked up at the moon, and the misfortunes of my existence.
One sorry existence.