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Flames Ever-engulfing her now frail body, Having the power to drive any sane person mad... Yet she remained Calm as ever before. They did not cause her any injury, For she had long since lost her ability to feel them. She paid no heed to the jeering crowd below. But among them... A boy her age. She had seen him a few times before But never noticed him until this particular instant in time.... Amidst all the laughing and screaming.... A lone and silent tear shone in his eye. How terribly she wanted to stop this! Wanted to console him, Alas, she had not the ability to control time; And as she felt herself departing from her body, She vowed to stay... If but only for his sake, The only one who seemed to care. **************************** Day after day, Year after year, She watched him come, Carrying a bouquet of flowers, To sit and talk to her. In this time, he had confessed his love for her many times, She wished she could respond But there were certain rules that must be obeyed, For Death is meant to be silent. ************************** Many months had passed without flowers, Without sweet words, Not even a single hint of his presence. She began to worry. She stole out into the village one night In search of him. Peering into windows, Even entering a few open doors, But there was still no sign of him. In one room she found a boy, Snuggled up in front of a fireplace, Laughing along at the story of an old man. She couldn't help smiling at his tale as well. It was one of unrequited love, Torn apart by death. But the way he told it seemed almost comical. Eventually the boy fell asleep, And the old man gazed outside of the very window she gazed in from. His face had become hardened with wisdom, But she could tell It was him. He smiled. And said, "You still look the same as ever, Claudia." She gasped, taken aback by his words How is it you can see me? He sighed and replied, "I suppose it is near my time to leave this world as well..." His words died off into the night air, And from behind, The same boy who had loved her appeared, Only this time, he had the same white glow surrounding him as she had. And finally, She was able to respond to the last thing he would always say to her on his visits: I... I love you too, Aspen... And with that they both faded away in an eternal kiss And in their place... Lay two small saplings, Reaching out to each other, Yearning for each other, And, finally, With two branches touching each other, Never to be torn apart by Death again.
-Fleeting Infamy- · Tue Nov 21, 2006 @ 03:21am · 0 Comments |
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