Unfinished Tale (✔️)

Unfinished Tale

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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The San Fernando City that is the setting of this novel is just fictional. Ang bayan na ito ay nag-e-exist sa Pilipinas, pero ang San Fernando na mababanggit sa nobelang ito ay kathang isip ko lamang. It's not affiliated with the real San Fernando City in the Philippines. Since this is a reincarnation kind of story, ang ibang timeline ng story na ito bukod sa modernong panahon ay ang makalumang panahon kung kailan sakop pa ng mga Espanyol ang Pilipinas. The events in this story set in 19th century during the Spaniards colonization is not listed in the history, lahat ay kathang isip lamang.

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A Tale of Timeless Love

A poison was planted in you as you kissed the poisonous rage on my lips,
You chose to dance along with its thorns with their flowy hips,
The noxious arrow my eyes let out has met its death upon stumbling with you,
The fire in my soul that tries to burn you has burned itself upon seeing your existence's hue,
My pen tries to stab your throat but you could still utter my name,
As though blunting its sharpness until it smiles at you without shame.

The moon has a stab on its neck with brimming blood rushing down,
It was ready to meet its death, but before that, with it, I was able to drown,
I was drowning as I chased it towards its death for it holds my secret kept in a frame, And there, I was deafened with its scream as it screams my secret and that is your divine name,
Your name that pushed me into the river's unfathomable waves,
For I realized that I was the one who blunted the sharpness of my pen for your throat's to not be buried in death's caves.

I guess our favorite meal is dancing all day and all night,
As you dance with my woes and I dance with your sorrows with delight,
We beam with the light of sunrise outside our home as we sway along with the sway of fate,
One night the moon has told me that until in our graves, we are soulmates,
With the use of the tip of your paint brush, you help me give hues to my novel's rebirth,
In the process of giving birth, we hear its cries of glee and contagious mirth.

As we continue to write our tale, it was unfortunate to abruptly run out of ink,
The ink of your life has suddenly marked its emptiness in a blink,
I was alone but with the moon while staring at the sculpted letters of your name on your grave that the dying moon has once screamed,
Every page of our tale has shattered with tears being streamed,
My faith has chosen to reconcile with fate when my ink was full but in the end, it tasted the bitterness of its betrayal,
It paired my faith up with the cruelty of a traitor and a liar.

I begged the heaven to stop themselves from screaming for I need a savior,
To escape from this life that is full of deception disguised as a warrior,
I needed you, I need you, and I will always need you, but the sky always screams its emptiness,
Everything's too late for I ended up only blankly staring at the nothingness,
My sharp pen has slowly died and was forced to kiss tragedy,
Despite my sins, my dear soul still hopes for more ink for our tale to be finished in the next eternity.

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Living this life is like walking on a thin thread of melancholy and nostalgia,
I am haunted with strange and weird dreams that seem like causing me to feel causalgia,
There's always a man in my dreams with a vague face,
I seem to have created memories with him that are uncertain to be effaced,
I seem to have loved him immortally, and the moon has onced witnessed,
For I never thought that it was your name that it once screamed the moment that I chased it.

Our eyes locked upon each other and the noises around us seem to shut as though meeting your familiar orbs was a powerful myth,
The paradox residing in my heart closes itself as though stumbling upon you feels like grith,
I feel the familiar poison in you that was once from my poisonous rage,
Its familiar thorns that had once imprisoned you are now in your cage,
Your touch feels like a thousand kisses of nostalgia and sanctuary,
For I feel like embracing an old soul who once promised to build me a statuary.

Our souls are candles that have melted yet have the ability to reform themselves into new forms,
Like how the time had dug our souls up from our graves and made our bodies deform,
Residing in the cycle of Samsara, hoping to attain liberation from another tragedy,
Where freedom is already reachable in this lifetime away from that hell in 19th century, The ink of my pen is full, and the paints on your palette are enough to give hues,
Enough to create a tale of timeless love without giving a special chapter to blues.

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Date Started: July 2, 2023
Date Ended: December 27, 2023

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