Sometimes I'm asked the "why" of different parts of my works. I don't usually give an answer. Not directly, anyway. To do that seems to take the mystery, the quality that gave that work its special or different flavor away or lessen it. This time, however, maybe by giving some of the inspirational details will help that work.
I love it! Gentle and flowing wonderfully, it was touching and beautiful. It was so perfect, but sad in itself...why were they leaving each other?
...Actually, now that I think about it and for reasons not totally clear, I'll share the inspiration with you.
There was a love that could not be. It was an impossible love, but still, there it was and couldn't be ignored. It refused to be ignored. So Fate stepped in and caused this love to grow and be nurtured even further by each lover's love.
In the background, in my world, there also seems to be a goodly bit of fantasy, filed with a wandering, questing, gentle warlock wordsmith, dragons and a very special angel faerie. His own dragon is named Shoden, his faerie's name is Sarah. All of them loved each other, as they loved their own lives. They also loved the human lover, with whom the wordsmith had bonded and partnered.
So, with them, the lovers in my poem went on many a goodly adventure. Some were dangerous quests, but magick of the White was always on their side. Any foe or evil creature that would do them harm was quickly taken care of, leaving all of them safe again to continue their dance of love and danger.
Now, these two--the lover and the wordsmith-- trusting, loving souls didn't see the danger that was almost on them like some evil, silent, deadly leech that was jealous of their love. It wanted that love for its own. But, to have that love, it had to cause this pair to separate. In its plotting, devious mind of hatred, it caused itself to enter their lives as a trusted companion.
And, as a companion then, it caused itself to be thought of as a friend. Then slowly, so as to not arouse suspicion, he positioned himself by her side as one that occupied more and more of her time and thoughts. Finally, when his intent was clear, Sarah came to the lover in my poem and told him, "dear ..... Have a care about you now. Canst not see what you have allowed to enter your lives, your hearts, your souls? Damage has been done, my love, and I'm not sure if even all of us together, can reverse this evil.
We tried as hard as we knew, as hard as we could. But nothing in our magicks, not even in our minds, was strong enough to banish the evil monster, now her lover, from her heart. It had claimed her soul and in its jealous anger, had fed upon their love until none was left, but his.
As the monster was carrying her off to his own evil, wicked den, the now lost lover called, "May I Dance With You...?"