stalinglimwrote this for me in response to 'Promises', and it's nearly more beautiful than the original. At least, I think so. Here, look:

He dies dancing in darkness, flying with grace,

in the arms of his lover, a smile on his face.

He dies with a legacy, the promise fulfilled,

A death sweeter than the batman had willed.

He dies not the bat but the man,

with his family around him and someone holding his hand.
                                                                      
                                                                                               Stalinglim

See what I mean?

I wrote this I don't know how long ago, and apparently it's one of the single most distressing things I've ever written, so I'm filing it here so I can get rid of the hardcopy before it seriously worries some poor unfortunate family member. It's already rather traumatised my sister. 

The thing is, I never actually intended it to be so worrying. I'd been reading something, I think a story about the concentration camps or something similar, and this just sort of came out. It is in no way related to anything I have ever personally experienced. I think it's simply that I'm something of a chameleon, and at times it's difficult for me to separate what I see in front of me with what I myself actually feel. This means I have an alarming tendancy to cry at movies, and flinch when people get hit on-screen or on paper. I once cried myself to sleep one night because one of the characters in my story died. I grieved for a figment of my own imagination. And, oddly enough, have never regretted doing so. In fact, it would have seemed disrespectful to do otherwise. I guess I have an odd sense of honour.

Anyway:


Please, if you happen to wander into this, don't immediately run for the pitchforks?