This is pretty gay

Snake Eyes

She sleeps,

And sleeps.

She wanted one thing, she wanted something to love. She had nothing. Alone in her broken colosseum, vines hung from all corner, bugs crawling, the rust and breaking walls around her of age, and finally the statues. The lifeless statues was all she had.

She'd have boisterous times with said statues, dancing, singing, and listening to the stars with them. She would take anything that would talk, anything to make her feel whole.

Cursed with loneliness. A crash heard, standing up in alert; she looks for any proof someone was in her so called home. The crash drew louder. A hiss.

A group of knights, shouting and signaling. She screams, causing them to look over, the smart ones covered their eyes.

They froze, lifeless.

The snakes that lived along side her, her only friends, protecting her.

All that was left in front of her eyes; corpses.

The fair maiden walks lets her friends feed, then she leaves her home, into the light. Way too bright.

An angel's voice flows through the air along with the breeze, causing her to search for the sound. She covers her eyes, letting her companions lead her the way. The singing grew louder.

No matter how much she wanted to look, she wasn't allowed to. She didn't want to curse an angel.

"Oh? Hello... Is someone there? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb... I'll be going"

Hiss-

The angel searches around for the noise, she runs her fingers along a wall and she walks, the wall stops and she feels around.

"Hello?"

...Hiss-

'That seemed louder'

She grabs the maiden's hand and shook it helplessly.

"Hello! I never knew anyone lived this far out! My apologies... I didn't mean to disturb you..."

She hums.

"Oh? More singing..? You liked it?"

The angel starts to let out a river of compassion and melody. It was sweet like sugar and addictive like rum. She could listen all day.

The angel's eyes squint.

"It's getting quite dark wouldn't you say? I'll be going, I may be back if the journey isn't dangerous... rest well"

And with that the angel vanished; heading back inside she rests her head, her friends as a cushion, resting to sleep. The wind blowing out her only light source, leaving her in the cold.

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She squints at the light, walking out of her home, looking down at the town below her. She walks along her grassy bridge to the abandoned church.