Between Us

 

 

We both know where the Gateway was supposed to take you,
The daisies said it all for both you and me.
There was no need for a note with so many of them
No need for words, only a taste of the white petals.

You were Accepted, little Schwarzinger, but only ever accepted
Not enough to keep you away from temptation
Not enough to silence the yearning.

Where no Gateway led you to Dresden,
There was only one choice left,
Become the daisies, with the scent of memories, with the taste of chagrin.

All you had to do was to rip every coloured band from your dress but the yellow, sit, and eat too many flowers.

 

 This was prompted by an improvised arc on a Play by Post RPG in the Wheel of Time universe. My partner came up with the Accepted (a young girl) who had vanished through a magical gateway opened to a field of daisies, and I just could not resist.