A Welcomed Oblivion (revised an earlier poem)

Gained oblivion, exacting dreams impossible as mortality would limit me...growing in power and influence as I always knew I could. Restrictions no longer a thing to irritate me while I take what I can for every special purpose I would plan.

Others who knew me and claim to have accepted me stay close, assuring me of their loyalty that it was not based on their impulse to join me. Sometimes, I can’t help but to find myself gloating at their yearning to know me better. As many opportunities would present themselves they stare and wait for me to act. Wearing as close to an unnatural smile while I deny them once again, leaving them suspended for when I truly need it.

Alone, I would extend those principles to a necessary and perhaps irresponsible evil...training it into my second nature until I was its master.

I was a child even still, yet immortal, without asylum save aware of what I could do.

And for those least desirable aspects of my mortality or all the things I’ve loved can only be accentuated. Everything I thought to hate whether petty or true has taught me to be more patient, to figure out why now given time for that luxury.

I am not delusional and prefer to accept hate as part of my being...but it shall take decidedly more for that I would label it.

As it is, as I am...wandering through those places I’ve previously explored, only now come to see them anew through these eyes of mine become severe. And I know I’ve been enlightened.

Love, and what it could have doomed before is now unconditional. Now, rather than romancing with such rituals that would divine its promise I am sated.

Now...certain and new capabilities that one would insist impossible a dream I have offered. So intense however lonely it can be expected for my kind, so much more for another mortal’s limitations.