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Broken Serenity
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

You do not like to sleep anymore. I know you don't; but then again I know everything about you do I not? You always used to oversleep as a child but now you do not sleep anymore… you hardly sleep at all; they will come for you if you do and you know that you cannot bear it.

They drive you past the edge of sanity don't they, the way they force you to relive horrors, the way they force you to relive the fall of your once great empire. You look out the window after waking up and see nothing but the ruins of your kingdom and the hellfire that has now enveloped it. Guilt consumes you whenever you look there and see what the planet Earth has become because of you; you think that you could have stopped the evil from corrupting it. Maybe you could. Maybe you couldn't. Who will ever know? What's done is done; damage such as this is irreparable and you know it.

You remember seeing their deaths, the deaths of your allies. They died in such horror and yet such beauty at the same time: but that is not what chills you; there was more to their deaths than that horrific beauty and it is these other details you recount and yet do not wish to ever recall. They died… all of them. Even the Guardian met her downfall. Why would she be needed anymore? There is no peace in this world of broken serenity. There is no longer fate or destiny; they perished long ago as your purity died.

Yes you were pure once: pure as newly fallen snow. Now you are not like that snow; you are like the wings of a broken angel, once white and pure but now with hands that are stained with the blood of numerous innocents. I suppose that is what you are… a broken angel. The soul of Lucifer lives on even in the most pure of beings I suppose. Your soul was as pure and white as that snow once; it is still white now, but it is the shade of white that is not of purity but of death.

Yes, death. You killed those whom you once sought to protect and those whom you were fated to protect and who were in turn fated to protect you. And yet, you remind yourself, fate and destiny mean nothing now. They never had true meaning did they? If indeed they ever did exist…

You stare up at the Moon and try to cry even though you know that you cannot. You are far too broken for tears to fall. Your soul is as broken as the moonlight on a lake when a stone is thrown. You are as broken as the mirror of Neptune, the Sword of Uranus, the Glaive of Saturn and the Orb of Pluto. You are as broken as the heart of Venus, the strength of Jupiter, the music of Mercury and the passion of Mars. You are as broken as your child's lost love for you. You are as broken as the roses of your love and as red as his blood and the blood of your protectors and child; you were the one who spilt it; all who loved you died by your hand. Yes, you are broken Serenity. And I would know; I am you.