In the shadows of Thornewood, I've treaded soft and slow,
Where love once bloomed like roses, now buried beneath the snow.
A summer's warmth, a tender vow, a future we had planned,
But darkness crept within these walls, like dust upon the land.
Sebastian's eyes, once filled with light, now clouded by the night,
His soul was sold in desperation, to keep him in the fight.
He left with courage in his heart, to battle distant wars,
But returned a stranger, cold as death, with haunted, hollow scars.
The child I carried, hope's small flame, now rests beneath the earth,
A stillborn dream, a whispered name, the weight of all its worth.
I cradle grief in empty arms, a wound that time won't heal,
And in the quiet, midnight hours, I wonder what is real.
The walls of Thornewood echo loud, with ghosts of what we were,
And as the seasons change their gowns, I feel my heart's demur.
The man I loved, who held me close, is lost within his rage,
A creature bound by blood and pain, trapped in a cursed cage.
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Ashes of Thornwood
Narrativa StoricaEvangeline Harper's world shatters when her husband, Sebastian Thorn, is declared dead in the Civil War. But when he mysteriously returns, alive yet changed, Evangeline is overjoyed-until she realizes something dark and sinister has taken hold of hi...
