There once was a time when I used to dream, until I found out the granted ones are not always what they seem. Sometimes things do not turn out quite the way you wanted them to, after your prayers have been answered and your dreams have come true. We vowed to be together till death forced us apart, never knowing that fate would soon shatter our hearts. Her death left me devastated, embracing my grief-stricken tears, I heard the dark angels mourning her depart, the end to her earthbound years. On a cold and windy day where dark clouds covered the sky, we buried my beloved, those spirits and I. They delivered a wordless eulogy as tears filled my vacant eyes, and laying my head upon her grave, I whispered my last goodbyes. How can death possibly conquer love?! Even a love eclipsed by shadows? The more and more unfair it seems, the more the rage within me grows. Those dark phantoms fed on my fury, raising chaos in the spirit world, refusing to lose such a fiendish ally, they joined together, their wrath unfurled. The impish undead spirits had all but risen from their tombs, speaking their incantations through the pale beams of the haunting moon. The dirt of a cold grave crumbled, through the rubble reached a hand, and emerged the Queen of Darkness. Once again, the ultimate evil stands. I wait for her at the cemetery gates, smirking, as the Holy Ones have failed. We could hear the howls from the netherworld, the excitement rising, for evil prevails. Partners again, basking in wickedness, bloodshed bringing pleasure to our hearts of black. triumphing over those who sought to take my dreams and I stole those dreams right back.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Feb 2014 03:57:26 +0000
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