Serenity Painted Death
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  • Reads 265
  • Votes 313
  • Parts 52
  • Time 33m
Complete, First published Nov 24, 2020
"Melinda is the reason why I've come."

Based on Opeth's 4th studio Album "Still Life" Here's my 5th book "Serenity Painted Death"

A  story about a lover, a poet who is in love with his flame, Melinda, was banished from his town because he has not got the same faith as the rest of the inhabitants there. And a dreamlike events of the protagonist that he saw and lived in order to have and get his beloved from death, before he could join her again. 

The story starts off when he is returning after fifteen years just to see his beloved, Melinda, but The council of the town knew that he is back, so they are after him and his beloved, so the tragedy was to befall them, and yet to meet again in the afterlife. 

"A pure paragon of my only dear
Beckoning right behind me
An image of my long gone seer"

"Melinda, I am coming for thee."
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