In her hand rests a thing of dark beauty
ugly yet so elegant
unclean and spotted yet pure as new fallen snow
a thing of dark beauty
. . .
upon her lips the tears of a broken lover have fallen
sweet and smooth in sad anger
for her lips where once his to kiss
for his ears alone would her lips whisper love
. . .
He will hear her whispers
no more
he will kiss her lips
no more
he is alone in his pain
. . .
she will sleep forever with a cold sad smile on her pale face
her lips sealed with his sad tears
and a bloody white rose dark and beautiful in her cold limp hand
Author's Notes/Comments:
The Story:
He came to late to save her. Running to her knowing what she believed, that she had been lied to.. .He could see her now... He called out her name, she didn't respond... He screamed for her fear welling up in his heart... Why did she not turn? could she not hear? Just a few more steps and he would be at her side forever, never to leave again... but he knew it was to late...a terror set into his mind slowly taking over as she collapsed so gracefully into his trembling arms. Her velvet hair, soft and straight, fell perfectly over his outstretched arms. Her beautiful, flawless skin was icy pale like frost in morning. Her Eyes... Her once amazing green eyes that glowed like the most brilliant of stars where now hollow inside and when he looked into them he knew i his heart that he was to late... To late to save her...
She took her life believing that her lover had been murdered, that they had taken him from her foreverLife, in her mind, was not worth living alone. her hair would fade and wither without him, her skin would fall from her bones without him. Her eyes would never again glow if she could not see his face. She would be alone forever... But not forever... A thought trickles into her... Like a poison it spreads and kills the last part of her that would stay strong in her pain... A thought... perhaps in death they could be together once again... Holding a white rose dark and beautiful, she pierced through her heart with a silver blade . Bleeding out dark and rich scarlet unto the pure white rose filling it with her pain and sorrow. She was free... Free from the hurt... His voice came to her like a dream, calling her name... And she knew that he would come to her and they would be together again.
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