Mothers like to tell their children that the good are beautiful and the wicked are not, but in reality, that is rarely the case.
Evil doesn’t hit you over the head with brute force to make you do ill. No, evil seduces you. Evil persuades you. Evil beguiles you and as it whispers sweet nothings into your ear in the black of the moon.
Good seldom has to look pretty simply because it’s right and just. You should be doing good anyway, so why sugarcoat it? Good often looks mundane.
That’s how I knew you’d changed. You used to be so ordinary and human. I loved you then.
But, now, you are beautiful as the dawn and just as terrifying.
Did it creep up on you slowly? Did it take its time twisting your features into something more? Did it take you in its warm embrace and never let you go?
Are you lost to me?
I loved you. With my whole heart, I loved you.
I know your beauty was meant to sooth me and put me at ease, but knowing what I know, all I feel is fear.
The calm, rational part of my brain wants to run, but I fear that’s not the part that’s in control anymore.
I am lost in the beautiful deepness of your eyes, brown and rich like freshly turned soil ready to take in life and nurture it into blossoming.
You are so beautiful, I cannot take my eyes away from you, nor do I think I want to. I love you.
So, yes, I’ll join you, if it means we can be together again.