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A little something that I wrote today:
These phantoms invade that which is his mind, and make of it what a mouse would make of his humble home. And away he crept, succumbing to the bitter shadows of the underworld -- his world -- the world he aged with. She touched his cheek, as to say "it doesn't matter where your past lies, for your future is in my heart", and he embraced her, heating her lips with a tender kiss. They parted, and he held his hand out to her. She placed hers gently in his, and they walked off waving at the shadows as they passed by. But as they reach the gates, they face a padlock not meant to be opened. The blacksmith of this large blockade is the devil himself. For that was the mistake of entering the underworld, and they would spend eternity in darkness. Her wings began to wilt and fade into a dull grey, for bright hues could not endure the darkness. She fell weak into his arms. Damned he was, and it would be a miracle if he could ever get them both out of there.
 vintage_lullaby · Sun Jul 24, 2005 @ 05:47am · 1 Comments |
