Sunsets Unseen.

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There she stood as beautiful as a sunset,

One could say he knew from the onset she was too good for him.

She was young, beautiful and ready to explore,

But he was just a tired old sailor who had sailed the stormy seas

of life for far too long.

The night stayed young,

The church bells gonged,

and the clouds hung up high where they belonged.


Tonight she had finally spoken, her words calm and firm.

The lot of them cleaving through his heart,

Filling him with emptiness.

She was saying farewell.

Though he saw it coming,

It did little to lighten the heavy boulder of sadness that currently crushed him.

Deep down he prayed she would never leave,

as he would have to relive the horrors his dark mind conceived, alone.


While his stone cold expression served him well to cloak his emotions,

It did nothing to disperse the storm clouds that slowly gathered in his eyes,

Or the hollow howl that rang throughout his entire mindscape rendering him voiceless.

He would wait until she was gone to before letting the salty rain pour endlessly.


It was the will of the heaven's that she be sent to him.

An angel to heal his wounds, lift the dark aura that always seemed to engulf him

and show him a path different from that which he knew.

To love him and bring warmth into his frozen heart.

But fate's wicked hand would see her taken from him,

leaving him to once again converse with his shadow.


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