Chapter Sixty-Three: "Morgan le Fay"

Last exit for the lost,
never paid attention to you the most;
there was much distance in between,
we both had a different scene.

Do You See Her, Z?
I do, T.

You were friendly to me,
calmly said "Hi" in passing,
always noticed you kept to yourself,
carrying an aura that was relaxing.

You were in your own bubble,
we never knew we'd bring you trouble.

Time passed and we left you alone,
keeping up with appearances,
we stayed out of your zone.

There were others around us that would mention your name,
speak about you,
and even came across a nickname.

We even told you about it one day,
what a mistake that was,
probably shouldn't have said.

Maybe then it's when it all started,
when we had entered territory uncharted.

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Maybe then that moment made you aware,
to keep an eye on us,
to beware.

And because we chose to ignore you,
we then ignored your magic,
which eventually brought us to our end--
tragic.

I Should Have Handled Things Differently,
Paid More Attention To The Actions,
Instead Of Ignoring Those Reactions.

My Intention Was Never To Frighten,
My Intention Was To Enlighten.
I Always Could Smell An Aura On People,
Told Me I Needed To Find The Reason.

But In Truth, I Should Have Just Left You Alone,
No Matter What I'd Say Or Do,
You Did Not Need A Stepping Stone.

My Shtick Was To Help People Tap Into Their True Potential,
Show Them They're Warriors,
Not Create Tension...

But I Did, Didn't I?
Scare You.

And With Good Reason,
You Acted Out,
Moved The Chess Piece,
And Put Me In Checkmate.

I Was Too Late.

Your Magic Dethroned The King,
And Now The Bird Is Dead,
It Can No Longer Sing.

For All That It's Worth,
I Am Sorry,
Truly, I Am.

To Right My Wrongs,
Is All That I Can.

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