The breeze that swayed the trees was cold and unwavering. The solemn tone of the nightly creatures drove every hope away. The sky was dark but the stars still shone, trying its best not to be clouded. A lonely figure stood alone, shrouded by misery- it wondered about its death,wished to be greeted by it. The figure was no longer human, drowned by the depths of evil. It smiled, looking towards the stars, "Was my life deemed unworthy enough that even I wish to be pryed away of it?" The chilly waters strived to be not frozen; the trees stood tall, not be broken by the winds and yet there stood a man admist it who wishes to be taken away. The irony made him laugh, admiring the husk of a creature that he used to be.
But the trees had wind and the waters had its creatures that crawled. He had people who was filled with hate, a society which drove him insane. Bearing it was no option and he ran, admist the woods and gradually into the arms of death, hoping it wanted him the same. But life was cruel and it gave him honey to satisfy his hunger, dark creatures that reminded him to survive.
Still, there was no one besides him and he wondered again,"Do I dare to live when everyone has wanted me to be not born?" He took his life, knowing that nature would not do it so swiftly. The trees mourned for its admirer and the winds bellowed its acceptance. The creatures bowed in respect for their selfless accompanier; a cause of momentary release from their mundane loneliness.
Death greeted him and took him away fast and his remains were soon forgotten, buried among the grass and the wild. Only nature remembers him now as a dearly friend who once roamed its vines and smiled on its life. And it sang its hymn of loneliness with whistling burrows and crackling branches.
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A mystical Rose
De TodoSome random quotes and stories to brighten up your day and put a smile on your lips. Theme: Magic and rosy vibes against a dark forest backdrop.
