Upon the horizon♡ ~poetry
  • OKUNANLAR 13
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  • OKUNANLAR 13
  • Oylar 2
  • Bölümler 1
  • Süre <5 mins
Tamamlanmış Hikaye, İlk yayınlanma Oca 29, 2024
A beautiful castle built around the meadows near the forest away from all the other kingdoms but visible with the stroke of the sunlight upon the horizon. 
 Poetry based on the life of a princess that's stuck with her nemesis that's her lover too. He brutally rules the kingdom when the princess is left unspoken always. He doesn't care about her but she still stays. She wants to leave but she can't. It's not that, that he's stopping her.. she just doesn't have it within her to go. So she stays.
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Into The Arms of Dusk

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November nights are especially stricken with melancholy, as if the ghosts of all winter past come rushing to haunt her heart. She was a captive of her love, her desire, and her dreams. There's always a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a sorrowness more infectious than the night. She had earned his trust. She had never strayed, betrayed, abandoned. She'd been stalwart, true, loving. To her, he was her everything. But to him, she was only a secret. He was a prince and she was merely his lover. • Dismount your high horse. come take claim of the girl you ruined. Come lay eyes upon the desolation you left in your wake. Do you not hear the devil at your shoulder sharpening his daggers? He sits heavy on your subconscious. Dauntingly smirking at me from afar. Enough of his wretched sins, speak to me with your eyes and perhaps somewhere, some day, at less miserable times, we may repent. In the arms of dusk.