Cicles of Hell
A young lady lost in love. Comment please :)
"Bright sunny light filtered through me eyelashes as I rushed through the… ruins. A day better than any other complete with warm rays of sun and sweet chirping birds blessed that wondrous scene. If only I were there for other matters….
There, in the center of the ruins lay my sweetheart. Salty tears sprung in the corners of my eyes as he lay there motionless, clutching a bouquet of the most divine luscious crimson roses one could behold. Ripe as they were, they could not conceal the tiny spots of scarlet that tainted his crisp linen shirt.
‘My sweetheart. My love! How could thy take thyself’s own life? For you I shall do the same. It shall be a testament to my love for thee. I shall join thee.’ Taking in one last look at the perfect scene, I absorbed every final bit of Earth as I could.
The busy mockingbirds fluttered about, living their own lives as the frantic bees flew about continuing the beautiful process of life. But, it was all over for me. I was no longer attached to anything on Earth and was free to leave and join my beloved, as he would do for me.
I took a celestial rose and inhaled its floral aroma. My sweetheart had left his dagger by his side, and before I had any time to feel the doubtful pangs of fear, my hand grasped the hilt and drove the dagger through my heart. I felt my life leave me, pain of course, but then the sweet relief of my soul being let free. And now, love, I have joined you in the sweet realm of lovers. Even death shall not part us."
My love shifted uncomfortably with a puzzled look on his face.
"What is it darling?"
"Beautiful… what hast thou done? My sweet darling, hast thy not paused to ponder with thy pretty little mind? I was not dead, simply dreaming. These are my dreams. Thy pure soul is now trapped in my dreams." He cried.
"But there was blood… and thy dagger?"
"I had cut my hand with the prickly thorns of the roses I had cut loose with my dagger for thee. I had simply then fallen into slumber in wait for thee."
I didn’t know what to say. He had tricked me into death, my sly sweetheart. Before I had time to reason, the same dagger that had pierced my heart and stole my life, cheated my love of his. And we were then reunited.
In the circles of hell.
There, in the center of the ruins lay my sweetheart. Salty tears sprung in the corners of my eyes as he lay there motionless, clutching a bouquet of the most divine luscious crimson roses one could behold. Ripe as they were, they could not conceal the tiny spots of scarlet that tainted his crisp linen shirt.
‘My sweetheart. My love! How could thy take thyself’s own life? For you I shall do the same. It shall be a testament to my love for thee. I shall join thee.’ Taking in one last look at the perfect scene, I absorbed every final bit of Earth as I could.
The busy mockingbirds fluttered about, living their own lives as the frantic bees flew about continuing the beautiful process of life. But, it was all over for me. I was no longer attached to anything on Earth and was free to leave and join my beloved, as he would do for me.
I took a celestial rose and inhaled its floral aroma. My sweetheart had left his dagger by his side, and before I had any time to feel the doubtful pangs of fear, my hand grasped the hilt and drove the dagger through my heart. I felt my life leave me, pain of course, but then the sweet relief of my soul being let free. And now, love, I have joined you in the sweet realm of lovers. Even death shall not part us."
My love shifted uncomfortably with a puzzled look on his face.
"What is it darling?"
"Beautiful… what hast thou done? My sweet darling, hast thy not paused to ponder with thy pretty little mind? I was not dead, simply dreaming. These are my dreams. Thy pure soul is now trapped in my dreams." He cried.
"But there was blood… and thy dagger?"
"I had cut my hand with the prickly thorns of the roses I had cut loose with my dagger for thee. I had simply then fallen into slumber in wait for thee."
I didn’t know what to say. He had tricked me into death, my sly sweetheart. Before I had time to reason, the same dagger that had pierced my heart and stole my life, cheated my love of his. And we were then reunited.
In the circles of hell.
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