the brown and orange long hair of his lover laid in a unkept bun slipping down her back as she twisted and turned restlessly in her bed. He stood there, next to her unable to console her anymore. she had been having a reoccurring nightmare where her lover was killed in a duel for her hand in marriage. But sadly, her nightmare was no longer just a dream. hours before, he stepped into a labyrinth prepared to die for the hand of his love. He wandered for what seemed like hours, until he met his demise. The father of the woman he loved, was waiting pistol drawn in the heart of the winding maze. Before the trigger was polled, he said "Id die for her hand in one thousand lives." Now, he floats next to his darling Marié unable to tell her he had failed.
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The Classics Take You Back
PoetryI've done a lot of writing recently. Most of them are quite short and leave something up to the mind but i've very proud of each part. As each part is a new story.
