I read this and immediately thought of Everwind... The Legend of Evermore Copyright 2010-2011 Jon Gutmacher She sleeps in snow white death . . . a hundred years of time pass into nothing for who remembers her? except for those who perished with her? a legend? a myth? a figment of imagination? or time? No air no breath no passing light and does she even dream and if so, of what? “of what?”, you ask of things you’ve never seen or dreamed or felt For once there was or so they say and now what is has gone its way and even magic cannot it stay for the legend called “Evermore” And so time passes each day alighting into tomorrow and the cooling breeze flows freely across the moonlite clouds but no one not a soul still remembers the beauty that She was the perfection that She held the touch of her hand the depth of her laugh the warmth of her smile the truth in her heart For ancient vines surround her now the castle down the gatemen all and everything she loved and more they do not now exist Who placed this curse on perfect brow? is it to last or end it now or is it spent or will it be is there an answer for us to see? That is the question I know you ask so I put to you this final task to determine the answer the truth you seek the shadow past that truth might speak For what was once but now is now and time is time and so we fall into the chasm the deep abyss to add unto that ancient list of unknown curses and unknown tales of unknown spells unanswered wails of maidens dragons mage and death the clang of armor unending quest For hundred years has passed this day the mist recedes vines pull away and in the distance none can believe the tower stands the gatemen breathe And now the Knight ‘stride golden steed even as the rest recedes and takes her in his arms so slow her breath and color begin to glow and magic kiss that only He could come to pass bestow on She and so for all and Evermore the story ends no longer lore The ending that all hoped to see Has finally come and set her free And so it ends yet begins anew for all and Evermore Epilogue: But somewhere . . . Someplace dark and dread the sorcerer rears his sleeping head and sees thru time what all has passed and now decides if all things last For Evermore will never be no life is perfect or so you’ll see yet time will pass while life goes on and on for Evermore
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 22:29:23 +0000
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