Special: Human

Four Years ago:

You  may look upon
an immortal face
with mortal eyes;
and you may offer mortal wounds
to an immortal heart.

Magic is in my fingertips,
the Law is at my lips
and my crooked smile bares the fangs from centuries past.

Do you think that you are power?
That you could win a fight against my favor?
Let your human ignorance try
against the reign of my good name.

I am Lady Eliac
crusher of the ocean-waves
I am of storm-blue eyes
that traps the hearts of men in my tongue-spread.

When my heart makes battle 'gainst the breakers of the Law
I throw my arms to Siragon's will
and summon Power to make your days as dark
as promises.

Greet you Azrael, heir to James our Lord
the wings of tempered fire are his
and he dwells on my right hand
to fight against your plights with honor.

Let it be known all fare is fair
when tempting fate such as this Champion
by the scared Law we live
I will deal not with disobedience.

Immortals such as I whisper my treasured name at night
the fleeting, the victorious night
and even night raises his glass to my power.

My heart is good, my promises real
let my ladder take humans' appeal
and make to you my favor thus.

I
am Lady Eliac;
with power in my fingertips.


Now: 

I am only Payton.
I have wings, and I have words.
Once I was magic in itself
once men crumpled at my feet
but I threw Power away for Love.

I threw away the Law;
and the Law did throw away me.

The magic still resides
in my human fingertips, my Lords
and I will summon it with haste
if your cause has need of me.

Let my Love be honored
as the swiftness of our human years
I would like my name remembered
but only in your heart.

I am bitter from being struck
I am struck from being bitter
Loneliness is in my heart
as sure as the Love, the Law, and the Magic.








Now, my simple question is:
Am I one, or am I both?

And who here
would even notice the difference?