All for this Love??

It isn't always what you thought, when you face it face to face. Flesh to flesh. What you thought had drawn you, become your overwhelming need, was something so different, that it was unrecognizable. Nothing was what you thought anymore. The top became the bottom and sides switched before you knew it. What had been a mild, secret fantasy, once shared, was made real, became a hunger. A need so deep, you gave up all for it.

Only to find it was hollow and empty. The passion short lived, the undying vows promised in the heat of the moment, became, well, nothing. Not even words anymore. The silence echoed and mocked as you turned around and around, spinning in the world you had made for yourself. You had drawn it, created and forced it, and now it was your prison.

No exit, no release. No anything. But an unending torment of what you had once had, and so willingly given up.

The night still drew you, as it always would. But now it's call and scents were a mockery to you. A telling, and retelling of your past and forever gone life. The moon no longer shone for you, no longer reached into your soul and tore you apart, to remeld you into a ravishing and wild creature. Adored, revered, and worshipped for centuries.

Now it was simply a light, a sting and burn, but nothingness.

As he had fortold. as he had sworn. But you had not believed.

And now, the once proud and sensual creature of the night, the wild she wolf. The untamed and erotic goddess, was nothing.

A mere human. To live and die a mortal's span.

She who had once run the lands, torn the blood from her willing worshippers.

That was what love had brought her. To this. An unending pile of dishes, a filthy house, a drunk, abusive husband. His hot demands weak and pale compared to her days of glory.

All for this fat, balding mortal man had she given up her reign.

His blonde curls gone, his pale blue eyes, hidden behind thick glasses, his sleek young man body aged and fat. Thick with the grease of his living.

His rosy lips now only brought disgust. His sweet breath reeked of stale beer, and cigarettes.

And when he chose, she cowered! She of all the creatures to live, cowered as he hit again and again, bringing her tears and pain. She, who had one doled out torture to her lovers, leaving them begging for more.

Now it was her that begged, as her arms tried to hide her body from his fists. Angered and helpless he raged out.

And it was all for his love that she had sacrificed her soul and become mortal.

All under the eyes of her King, her eternal lover, whom she had left. Whom she had begged for the change, so she could live a mortal life with her beloved.

Beloved.

Loved. Be Loved.

Nevermore. Evermore.

The clock struck 5 and she started, hustling as she rushed. He would be home soon, and would be hungry for his food. her body ached fromt he last beating, even as she forced it to move faster.

All for him.