RevanKun123 wrote...
it is not a haiku and posted it already but...Oh well
There was much more to the human and the quarian than the legends hold.
A feathery touch
A gentle gesture
A dream of pureness
A simple love
There is a darker side to everything.
She know it better than anyone.
While her heart brimmed with love for the commander, She also had been filled with a lust for him so raw it pained just as it satisfied, so great it consumed her.
She thirsted for the pleasure that would braid itself into her veins, to run in dark and seamless line between platelets and oxygen.
It was a strange feeling, this subtle joy, a confidence in something more. It changed her, now, little by little.
It made her tremble. It made her feel like she was bursting with energy, ready to leap into song as if this was some ancient tale told by a fireside. It made her weak, yet it made her strong.
She was vulnerable, very vulnerable, concerning that. And yet, these feelings gave her a sense of complete purpose and contentment. Restlessness became a feature of the past when she dowelled on it.
A feeling, a sense of knowledge spoken of in many tales. A feeling rebuked and rejoiced in. Described in every way, in the blooming of a flower, in the birth of new life.
It was agonizing that she couldn't have him all for herself.
She was being selfish and it wasn't supposed to be like that, it wasn't right.
She watched him.
She watched him for so long...
Still in her selfish heart.
It wasn't enough.
But even so, she would still love her god of battle.
Shepard.
Bravo Revan! I dare say that is quite possibly the best Tali related poem I've read to date. I'm impressed, truly.