There's An In-Between

Remember me

Close your eyes, hear the wind caress the leaves of the ever aging oak tree. The whisper of thy voices as the leaves dance among the branches of old. Envision the chilling breeze, as it slowly creeps down thy spine, leaving behind the ever changing skin of curiosity.

Warm breath escapes the compound of thy lungs, leaving a cloud of relaxation as the ending.

Skin, as cold as ice, pale as snow, shining with majesty and the purity of thus.

Eyes the holder of sight, colored that of aging green, brighter than the grass in spring. Captivating all that look, leaving speech as a silent utterance, as the featuring color of black beholds the doors of thy eyes.

Hair the color of warmth, a burning fire within, ashes upon thy tips that reach for the ground. Striking red, emitting curls of fury loosely braided within the compounds of elegance.

Beauty and perfection, is what would be stated.

Not thinking of thy two opposites, the warmth of thy beauty, yet within lies thy frozen intention. A perfect combination of both immortality and humanity, warmth represents the humanity with thy outer appearance, and thy frozen heart stands firm as immortality. Neither human nor immortal, category of that which holds time among thy hands. Living longer, aging slower, but holds no place importance.

Not pure blood, nor mixed. But a new generation of life created, in a world where pure blood is desired for preservation.

But what this entitlement has yet to ponder, is that this generation is of higher importance, of royalty long forgotten, erased from thy land of old.

A sleeping beauty, a phrase of dormant intention.

Meaning, patience as thy beauty slumbers in wait for thy love.

Did they forget?

Thy that hath slumbered, shall wait no more. Awakening within thy world long changed, learning decade upon decade, never forgetting thus importance of memory. But one question plagues thy mentality.

Do you remember me?