Ghost Love Score

The beauty of the beast's love.

There is a saying that goes, "The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains."

 

I guess I never understood those words, not really, until I watched her walk away that day. Do you know what it is like to watch the one person you have ever loved to disappear into the very sunset that brought her to you? The image of her love bleeding into the lines of the horizon, the stars of her eyes illuminating your darkness, slowly fading one by one as they die? No matter how you try to chase the sunset, the darkness it brings will always catch you, casting your whole world into dark. It will consume you. Eat you alive. The pain will drown your mortal coil and carve your soul into a shell of the man you used to be when you met her. It is a never-ending battle against the will to die and the responsibility to live.

 

We all take poets words for granted, twist and contort them into a meaningless charade of false hope and disguised love. Claim that our angel has fallen in love with a devil. The words get lost in the static of mainstream fabrications.

 

Your words echoed though the Valley in my heart. It used to be so full of life, our love a nurturing grace in which life bloomed. The vines of a rose fashioned from the fabric of your smile entwining my heart. The gentle leaves blowing gently in rhythm to your caresses. Playing a melody of broken smiles and rotting words upon the strings of my heart; an orchestra of flesh and bone. The symphony of colliding stars. Breathing life into my burnt lungs.

 

Stars growing under the shadows cast by your soul - a constellation of scars mapping the treasures of my heart. You always held the compass, guiding me to your asterism. My North Star.

 

So what happened?

 

The broken heart of a mortal was a tragedy in the strictest of senses. I knew that as I watched your body crumble, giving in to the constant ghosts of your memories haunting your every thought. The realisation hitting me like the sun hitting ground on the sunrise over the horizon.

The reason: Hope had been lost.

 

"Hope is just a mere illusion created by the shadows in the nights, morphing your fears and twisting your nightmares into a bitter cold heart," I reminded the angel as she lay broken in front of me.

 

"It's that faint glow ready to burn through the ice and melts away the sorrow that binds you in its grip. One does not need Hope when you have Love. For when love finds its way burrowing into your chest, the hope blooms into a beautiful rose of faith, intervening, and interlacing fate like vines.

 

It's beauty divine as the moon at night, guiding love through the dark. As long as that smile is gracing your lips, we do not need hope.

 

Hope is for a time when you know the future is destined to crash and burn, explode like a star. All we need is that smile and we'll be okay.

 

Do not believe that I am angel just because I have wings, when your halo is brighter than any star in the sky."

 

I crouched down in front of woman and cupped her cheeks in his colds hands. One look and I was home. The smoke from the fire finally clearing as my broken wings enveloped her and held her to my chest, allowing my enchanted tears to fall free from the masquerade mask disguising my features and stain her skin. Keeping the beauty protected in a guard of my embrace and wings. There, lying upon the floor of a regular bedroom in the heart of the Earth; the world witnessed the true story between the Beauty and Beast.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

"our angel has fallen in love with a devil"

that's a good line man... nice. Real nice.

You're f*****g depressing. You write well though.

You're f*****g depressing.

Even with that ending, you're f*****g depressing to read. I like it.

[streetrose]

I love this piece. The use of imagery was fantastic, and caused me to not just see the story, but to experience it in an emotional way. The word choice was excellent, please continue to write :)