As you slumber my beloved, protected in thy shield of grace.
As beauty long hidden far within thy white forest of eternity, pure as crystal that hath fallen peacefully from thy heavens, gracing the earth with a blanket of snow. When fate hath given thy a second chance, I hope within, that once thy eyes no longer closed. Shall open with the memory of our once soul bound love....
Do not fear, my most treasured, when my presence is no longer sensed upon thy changed world. For within thy decade, my life shall hath long passed.
I plead thee my-love, hold-fast upon thy memories formed within thy pain of past. And awaken when thy true fate hath walked once more, on the land of old.
Words uttered as a reminder, un-knowing of the past, yet breaking down the doors to the future. Formed to grace thy mind with a tune most profound, slumber in wait is what they forgot. The ancient story foretold, within generations passed. Thy hath forgotten the truth, through twisted fate, and un-profound pain.
Deep within the white forest, lay thy purity long hidden. For within thy life, she hath been denied thy chance. Pain, and loss hath caused thy slumbering dormancy... See the long lost cave of potency, hidden within uncertainty, there thy lay un-scathed upon a crafted alter of concrete. With tranquil roses engraved within, thus thy lay un-knowing of the world long forgotten. Encased with crystal light, protected from the world un-bound.
Would it be a gift?
To live for Eternity?
Hath thy forgotten the pain once felt, as loss crippled thy life. As thy soul mate perished, in the age of old. Tales told high, of a mate bound to thy soul, created for one purpose as unity and purity. As liquid diamonds flustered thy cheeks, as thy dearly treasured drew his last breath, within thy cold splinter winter. Held by thy beloved within thy arms, deep within thy crystal forest, as she gazed upon thy love with thy last words of eternal proclaims.
A single tear of liquid diamonds scathed thy pale cheeks, as the pain of loss became known through the blood-curdling cries frightening the creatures of the forest, sending pain stricken ravens to the heavens.
Decade upon decade, thy beauty waited, slumbering within thy crystal case hidden from thy known. Until one fateful day, that hath changed thy intent, a desire to live and fight for something more than thy self, once broken and dead. Suddenly reformed, as thy beloved hath once more walked upon thy world, a promise made.
Awaken, my love
A pleading voice uttered throughout thy cave deep within. As thy beauty hath awakened, with emerald eyes escaping thy prison of thy locked eye lids.
Not even through death, shall we part.
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PoetryWith a history unknown, shall thy truth of thus past grace thy generation of thus day and age? As thy decade upon decade escapes thy time encased tranquility. Is thus spoken to be of physicality or only part of thy mentality? As of molded thought ha...
