The vision
Those eyes staring back at me, your tears, like the falling rain. Like an infinite sea they pour into me, deep, they fill this well of my pain. Oh... my vision. My vision of all that was good and golden, the wind beneath these wings of wax; how you became the sun. I beg not for your love no more, but to only hold your tongue. You... Soul Serpent; reaper of my longing... how could you? How could you return me to my world of impassioned disbelief's; how I loved you? To return to the cold inhabitants that once surrounded me, and shall once more. Lifeless... listlessly suspended and bound to the stuttering rhythm of this... my broken heart. None could love you to the degrees that I once could, to that level of no comparison.
Listen...?
Our song has gone. That beautiful melody spoken by the harpers of the wind. The time that was never to come, chimes out to my heartache, from within the palm of Kronos' hand. This graying... like winter, I wilt and shrivel before you. Encompassed, only by the end of all that I believed in. Surrounded in new haunts, and those broken dreams of what we were to be.
Don't speak... for your eyes will never lie to me.
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