I
will not sit in silence, her screams rip my soul apart, these moments in oblivion
have set her heart to destroy and he says nothing, deaf with thoughts of suicide, he cries
not, thinking of anything other, he cannot, the pain of her ache astounds him. With
every breath of life betrayed and burnt he is left writhing but hurt and hate.
Left wondering why to love at all, left withering away in his own lack of
esteem, left watching as no one comes to save him, left dying as his world
turns into dust. From the shadows he watched the world burn in hope that he
would feel something but still only rage boiled in his veins. Now the world is
gone, he waits in the shadows for something to take him away, the blade draws
red and the contentment turns dead. Through the shadow come a single drop to
light, to bring back the world and the love he thought lost, the shadows part,
life returns. Only in dreams did he think that possible turning to look upon
her face. Why are her eyes so cloudy ?
Her eye are clouded to the darkness that once took hold of the
love she thought lost in the thoughts of her lost mind pain is absolute love is
condemned to the bowls of hell. but all know that in the darkest shadows light
is far easier to see, far easier to find. with the light so blinding she begins
her journey with nothing but his love to guide her. with nothing but love, the
light will bend to the will of those being guided as the light moves to the
will of him she hears the screams of others in her heart she wants to help but
she knows they are only tempting her. The screams would break even the bravest
man and yet this angel glides past unphased guided by love and grace. the
angel's grace begins to set the souls of the damned free in to the light, but
as they fly free something awakens to bar the way in to the true centre of
hell, love is will not be strong enough alone, more keys are needed. Hope,
heaven and love will need to stand together. Divvied by hate she fights for all
the love of him. The home of the king and the purest light of her smile. driven
to her knees by the dark powers of the beast, she hears her name coming from
behind the black gate and she knows that she most continue to fight, this is
hope the last key, the wings of her back glow and erupt with the brightest
light ever seen, the gate keeper has fallen, the gate unbarred, He is Free with
visions of the world in flames she rises up `demons run when a good soul goes
to war and with the light of the king as her armor the grace of angels fueling
her and his love as her blade she will not fall. and fall she cannot as the
last of her kind see is the keeper, the angel of mercy, the angel of war, the
angel of death and for as long as the three keys stay together nothing will
come to harm the world that see has built. Not even the burning hate of lost
love, he looks at her eyes still clouded he know he cannot have her. But he can
be the tip of her sword, the face of her shield, the wind at her back, her
reason to fight. For what else is love for? But to bring hope to the heaven
before the grace of the angels. And warmth to this once cold shell his heart
beats only to make her smile. This ends the greatest tale of light, love, loss
and heaven and we close this chapter as their lips touch now at peace the king
may sleep
The end or is it the beginning
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