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This poem is a direct result of the words from the Element Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells. If you scroll down the wiki page you'll see the words "magical uses" or something with the word magical in it...that's what this poem is about...not a woman's soul in purgatory. No offense to anyone who is Catholic, but this poem is not about your Anima Sola, it's about mine. I'm pagan and this poem has a very specific meaning...please read it how you want to, interpret it how you want to...all I ask is that you remember that it is about unrequited love and it is not about heaven, hell, purgatory, or sin.

Also, on a side note...do not inject meaning into my writing that is not there. I've recently come across a personal issue which I will not get into, but feel it necessary to explain something. This poem is a result of me reading the love spells in the book The Element Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells...specifically the spells that many witches consider deplorable. I was not reading them to exercise said spells just so you know...these spells are vicious things that attempt to force emotion into a person that isn't there...attempting to remove their free will for choosing who they love and being coerced or forced into loving someone who wants them. I found the spell involving calling upon Anima Sola and found it interesting to say the least.

Yes, I myself have been in love with someone who did not love me back......and apparently I have been the object of someone's affections that I did not return those affections to...I guess I've been on both sides of the spectrum. I would not actively desire to cast these spells on the basis that I would be pissed if someone cast them on me...not to mention any real witch knows the outcome of a spell in which your energy is being forced onto another human is never a sure thing. Many of these spells backfire and the result is so much worse than simply not being with the one you love, why bother casting in the first place. It's an empty love if the spell works anyway.

Anima Sola is called upon by desperate souls seeking desperate measures. You may call upon her to help you gain the heart of your unrequited...but you must offer to trade places with her upon your death, and burn in her fires for eternity. Such desperate measures...for most who would be casting that spell they believe in the idea of multiple lives lived in multiple bodies....one soul, many lives. Is it truly worth it to give up eternity for one lifetime...some may think so, but I never will.

This poem is about me and the way I feel for one person in particular. I would never ask to take Anima Sola's place because this life with that person could never be enough. My poetry is and always has been synonymous with how I feel at the time I am writing it. I have always held a little flame for this particular person, and years ago they were the inspiration for many of my greatest poems. "Put to Sleep the Stars" is one for example. Though I have grown and changed, as have any feelings I have for this person...the inspiration is the same...as is the realization that this life can't matter as much as eternity in and of itself. Compared to the potential of spending lives hereafter with this other soul, the idea of being with them now and only now is just sad. I can be friends with this person, love them, trust them, care for them, let them be happy with others and not try to force them to be happy with me...and it will be a special experience.

Truly loving someone means being able to just let go of your wants and desires in favor of the knowledge that wants and desires are not truly emotions. Emotions are real, withstanding, they are forever. I can feel for as long as I want and I don't ever have to give that up. I could never trade that for anything, even the love of my life. For what is this life compared to them all...it is but one.

There is a huge difference between real love and that thing that people call love. What I have felt in my heart is pure and true and real. It is what love IS...I don't need to be told by anyone because I know better than most. I would never trade anything to be with that person...not in a million years. There is nothing I would give, nothing I could do...Love is not necessity, it is not desire...I do not NEED to be with this person...love is just, knowing...just feeling...just being.

I have taken a lot of words to describe this poem when I so rarely do that exactly. I so often allow the poetry to speak for itself....but this time.....it isn't good enough to allow it to speak for itself alone....this one has specific meaning to me, it isn't meant to just be interpreted at will like so much art....this one time, this one piece, is meant to be interpreted by you in the way it was meant. If you know the feeling of truly loving, and if you know that unrequited pain....then you understand. If you are one of those that would make the bargain with Anima Sola, then there is no interpretation that you can make....and it is not for you.