In a world where shadows dance with light,
Where dreams are born of endless night,
Two souls entwined in fate's cruel jest,
Found solace in each other's quest.
Harry, a heart forged in fire's embrace,
Isabella, a soul with a mournful grace,
Together they wandered, a path so fraught,
In a dance of love that destiny wrought.
Their first meeting was a spark in the dark,
A moment where souls leave their mark,
Harry saw in Isabella's eyes, a storm,
A wild tempest, both fierce and warm.
Isabella, lost in her quest for revenge,
Found in Harry a love on the edge,
Their hearts beat in a rhythm so rare,
A melody born of hope and despair.
Through trials and turmoil, they both did stride,
In a world that tried to tear them aside,
They loved in the shadows, their passion concealed,
A love that both healed and revealed.
In stolen moments, they shared their fears,
In whispered secrets, they dried their tears,
Their love was a flame that burned so bright,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night.
But fate, with its cruel, relentless hand,
Cast them adrift on a sea so grand,
A sea of sorrow, of guilt and regret,
Where their dreams and their hopes were caught in a net.
Isabella, with a heart heavy and torn,
Found herself in a world forlorn,
Her past sins had shackled her soul,
And Harry's fate took its toll.
In the cold confines of a prison cell,
Their love faced a final farewell,
Isabella's last breath, a whisper of pain,
A promise to Harry in the pouring rain.
Her letter, a testament of her love,
A cry to the heavens, to stars above,
Her words were a balm to a heart so bruised,
A love so profound, so deeply infused.
"Live, my love," her voice seemed to say,
"Find strength in the night, in the light of day,
Though I am gone, our love remains,
A beacon of hope through the darkest pains."
Harry, with his spirit a fragile flame,
Heard her plea and felt the same,
His heart shattered, his soul in despair,
Yet he found in her words the strength to care.
He fought for freedom, for a life anew,
In a world where hope was but a few,
He tried to escape from the chains that bound,
To honor the love that in darkness was found.
But fate's cruel hand struck him down,
As he lay in the grass, the night's dark gown,
His final moments were a blur of pain,
A love that would never wane.
His thoughts were of Isabella, of days long past,
Of moments of joy, of love that couldn't last,
He saw her face, felt her touch so near,
A final farewell, a silent tear.
In his last breath, he whispered her name,
A love that burned like an eternal flame,
His final journey was a passage of grace,
A reunion with Isabella in a timeless place.
Arnold, the brother of blood and heart,
Stood in the shadows, torn apart,
His grief was a storm, his anger a fire,
A vow of vengeance, of a burning desire.
For Isabella, for Harry, he would fight,
In the name of love, in the dead of night,
He would seek out the darkness, the source of their pain,
To avenge their lives, their hopes, their bane.
In the aftermath of their love so true,
In the sorrow of a world askew,
Their story remains, a testament of grace,
A love that defied time and space.
Harry and Isabella, a tale of two hearts,
Bound by a love that never departs,
In the shadows of their love, they remain,
A beacon of hope through the enduring pain.
Their love, a light that will never fade,
A story of souls, of memories made,
In the annals of time, their love will stay,
A shining star in the vast array.
For in the end, it's love that conquers all,
Through the darkness, through the fall,
Harry and Isabella, forever entwined,
In the echoes of love, their souls aligned.
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Echoes of forbidden love
Mister / ThrillerHarry always feel lonely..it seems something is missing.it maybe something from his past.arnold always consoled him but this is the not the only thing bothering to him.on the other hand there is isabella who is blood thirsty...This novel weaves a ri...
