My words don't have that refinement that I yearn for. Soon enough deary, soon enough...
Shall I tell you a story? One about love and death. Friendship and family.
As all lovely stories start out; Once upon a time- long ago, twas a season of furious winds and crumpling hearts. Aeolous beckons thee- for you have wronged. What have you done to upset the gods now, child? Wrath shall be dealt upon you if you've tested the god's patience. Cyane is not your love.
He does not know your reasons and he doth not care. Don't infatuate yourself with a lord's girl-child. He has but one he cherishes. The six sons of royal birth won't hesitate to unearth flesh from bone to protect their beloved gentlewoman.
Her mesmerizing eyes and subtle glances are acts of trickery- for she feasts upon a marvelous show of blood and gore. Her soft features aren't a reflection of her cruel, bitter heart and she could never love thee as her tender heart has been broken a thousands times before.
She was once a lass who'd given her heart as a whole to every lad who'd pass'er by. The empress lived a life of joy but her brothers sought to put an end to every lover. Tears of pain escaped her sparkling eyes and splashed onto the dirt to flourish the ground with cyan flowers.
And here you stand, in a field of lost lovers. The cartilage litters the bare earth where her throne sits.
What was it this time, boy? Did she promise you a plentiful of riches or maybe it was eternal life? You say you love her but is this what love is? I think not. Love is one of the most wonderful emotions we mortals come to feel. It is a thing of beauty. Love may be eternity or it could be for a short while. It's the way your eyes light up when you see your beloved. Or the way you yearn to hold her in your arms. Love is accepting the other of all their imperfections to focus on their glory.
What she feels for you is not love nor lust. She has lost too many to feel again. Return to a place where fools love boldly and furiously for the place you stand is devoid of such emotion.
The palace of the high-born where she resides only has place for pride and honor for the lord favors none other. 'Tis not a place for a runt like you.
Leave and never come back. Forget this place and the sorrow it brings upon us. I'm lost in the ocean of blue flowers and I've long lost the hope of trying to find a way out. I've accepted my ill fate so run before it becomes a fate we both must share.
And the tale comes to an end. Or does it? It doesn't mention even a measly detail about friendship. Was that a disappointment? Well, not all stories turn out the way we want them to.
P.S.- Forgive me for the repetitive use of words and everything else that may seem out of place. Please criticize it to your heart's content. But let me know. (:
-V
Shall I tell you a story? One about love and death. Friendship and family.
As all lovely stories start out; Once upon a time- long ago, twas a season of furious winds and crumpling hearts. Aeolous beckons thee- for you have wronged. What have you done to upset the gods now, child? Wrath shall be dealt upon you if you've tested the god's patience. Cyane is not your love.
He does not know your reasons and he doth not care. Don't infatuate yourself with a lord's girl-child. He has but one he cherishes. The six sons of royal birth won't hesitate to unearth flesh from bone to protect their beloved gentlewoman.
Her mesmerizing eyes and subtle glances are acts of trickery- for she feasts upon a marvelous show of blood and gore. Her soft features aren't a reflection of her cruel, bitter heart and she could never love thee as her tender heart has been broken a thousands times before.
She was once a lass who'd given her heart as a whole to every lad who'd pass'er by. The empress lived a life of joy but her brothers sought to put an end to every lover. Tears of pain escaped her sparkling eyes and splashed onto the dirt to flourish the ground with cyan flowers.
And here you stand, in a field of lost lovers. The cartilage litters the bare earth where her throne sits.
What was it this time, boy? Did she promise you a plentiful of riches or maybe it was eternal life? You say you love her but is this what love is? I think not. Love is one of the most wonderful emotions we mortals come to feel. It is a thing of beauty. Love may be eternity or it could be for a short while. It's the way your eyes light up when you see your beloved. Or the way you yearn to hold her in your arms. Love is accepting the other of all their imperfections to focus on their glory.
What she feels for you is not love nor lust. She has lost too many to feel again. Return to a place where fools love boldly and furiously for the place you stand is devoid of such emotion.
The palace of the high-born where she resides only has place for pride and honor for the lord favors none other. 'Tis not a place for a runt like you.
Leave and never come back. Forget this place and the sorrow it brings upon us. I'm lost in the ocean of blue flowers and I've long lost the hope of trying to find a way out. I've accepted my ill fate so run before it becomes a fate we both must share.
And the tale comes to an end. Or does it? It doesn't mention even a measly detail about friendship. Was that a disappointment? Well, not all stories turn out the way we want them to.
P.S.- Forgive me for the repetitive use of words and everything else that may seem out of place. Please criticize it to your heart's content. But let me know. (:
-V
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