Melody was her name
and he was her fame.
He would play for days
to grant her the maze's ways
to his heart;
forever till they part.
It was but an art
from the very start.
He would play the fiddle
and she would solve the riddle
With her, there would always be sound
so they would forever be bound.
Now, she was gone
to escape the dawn.
Now, there was no music,
only bruises,
so he waited for the day
that he would find his way
to solve her maze;
to meet her grace.
-YET-
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Legacy
Teen FictionIn the darkness, in the light, who will fight to win the night? -YET- Everyone has a story. They have a certain purpose towards their life and have goals complimenting their chosen paths. Such paths may be overwhelming as well as emotionally induc...
