From The Peircing Of An Arrow To The Cold Hearted Fate Of love

  • Jan 22, 2014  |  [ View 907 ]  | 

    her life is on the tip of his tongue
    the sparkle leaves her eyes
    an arrow to his chest
    drawing her to her death
    a feather falling from the sky
    the death of an angel
    her wings turn blood red
    like the color of the red sea
    the sword drawn out of the ground
    by her own hands
    what he could not do himself
    she has done for him
    He falls unto to his knees
    the arrow she had put into his chest
    the greatest of betrayals
    She asked for her death wish
    Holding the ring in her palm
    He looks into her eyes
    watching the love she had left for him disappear
    Falling into despair
    Her face hitting the ground
    Blood surrounded her body
    He watched as she died
    He couldn't move from the love that had pierced his chest


    By ~ Kurt Everdeen

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