Perfectly worn, like an old boot.
Her heart will never forget the moments of her past, and sadly, dwell in them. Her sub-conscious thoughts brought her down, even though the cancer of the eye could help her in many ways. It decided to pass her this one time. And of course, fate has taken her name.
As time passed, the rose blossomed and wilted for her return. The only thing left, was a perfectly sculpted copper arrow. Rumors and legends tried to predict the future of this famous sharp edge.
But none could protest the fatal truth. It too, had left.
Just as the song of the wind blows away a love struck heart. The innocent were left to cry in the laps of their fathers and mothers laps, and even the hand of God was well achieved for the orphans. For they have tried their best, the poor souls. but a stable static tuned them out, and turned a chipped golden heart into the grey mysterious cold heart of an neighbor. Only after one soul fell dead.
Makes people wonder.
