I am the soul-supporter,
here to comfort your mighty spirit
as you rise to the future greatness
that is coming for you.
You say my soul is wonderful
and I know this,
you've told me so many times before.
But really I feel like your pretty little white lily
when you are the pond, and the forest, and the sky.
When I set your soul free,
you flew far, far away from me
and I from you.
But today you came back to me,
and in my weakness,
I grabbed on to you,
wanting that strong might and power
of your soul next to mine,
feeding my energy as well.
But please, let us build our weaknesses together.
Make your demons mine as well,
and I will whisper
my sweet attempts at alluring cures
whenever you need me.
Note: After reading this again, it went through some more changes. I thought the language was somewhat bland and that the idea wasn't coming across well enough. I think I've fixed it mostly now, but crits are still appreciated!
