Twice Bitten

The Matyr

Cheers, to Rose , an amicable woman from the east end gardens of Palate , the lord of flies of house Eminent. Roses are no match for this season that brings the saints of love to this treacherous earth. A hopeless romantic adding a plate into the Bannister shelter.
The time is merry, it's almost Noel and the love humid in the air. The Bannisters have a reason to celebrate, they brought yet another soul to life after a tough year. A year of uncertainty, of very much difficulty as the lord of the flies sees the Bannisters not worthy of his turf no more. A blind man can vouch this all has to do with Key refusing the Prince's hand in marriage.
The holiday is almost over. The Bannisters are not sure of what to do next. Their oldest member is on a death bed. She can already see the dull profound tunnel to the gates of purgatory. She has no much time left. Every time she takes a breath , she whispers to the dead and they seem to be paying very much attention.

The day has come, it is either word of honey, sweet to the ear or a wagon sent for to send them packing out into the woods. The scary woods , so they were told. After all, no one they know had passed beyond the walls. They were peasants of a good time , in good terrain but under terrible rule.

All this ponders the mind further. Questions come sharp like arrows thrown by a mad man. They all make one wonder what all this has to do with love, if in any way , how on earth war, terrible rule and hardships of a family and love are related?.
Well, the good is in knowing that all things happen for a reason. The situation is always under control if one is behind the wheel. Good mountain climbers know the difference between climbing five hundred feet and a thousand is the point of view.