Eyes adorned with shadows, red shot, dark and pained,
the ocean descends at its leisure, with force, disregarding its owner as mundane.
She stands, carrying her defiant armour, defeated at the war of love, she thought she had accomplished its art, but failed in the midst of its travels.
She speaks diligently, facing her once most loved; now an enemy,
I depart from thou, to safeguard my soul from any further brutality. I assure; thou wishes the same’.
She musters deeper to gain control, yielding all strength she can decipher,
‘hold on oh heart of mine’, she whispers, ‘don’t fail me yet’, allow me to reach a secluded visual before you avenge me for my errors.
She carries herself out, humbling before her palpating organ, in order to request a calm, a subtle punishment.
He stands, gazing at the unfolded horrors, dumbfound by its end, subduing his inner turmoil, yet…
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