Take a deep breath. What do you smell?
The upcoming of a farewell.
Oh but I cannot take another parting
It’s pain, physical pain, this feeling.
Listen then, mortal.
To avoid a teary farewell,
Make sure he falls in the twelfth minute.
Let him lose to the brunette.
But…he wants to win
He has built his body and mind
Spent sixteen hours in the gym
How can I take away his dream?
The planets are in the wrong positions
If he wins, there will be a collision
Your life will be ripped apart,
He will die in a twelvemonth
Why must I see this day, dear God!
Live to tear out my love’s heart
Punish him and bring him to his knees
How long until the real me he sees?
Will he hate me, never look at me again?
Will this be the final bane, our happiness slain?
The end of my love, (ah the pun)
An end to carefree days under the sun?
Do it for his life, damsel
The crystal ball does not ramble
My nostrils smell a painful goodbye
Just a twelvemonth shy
I did it, I detest myself
He stood there, limp fists and eyes dead
His opponent raised his hands towards the sky
His dream, dead; soul about to die.
Prompt from here.