And she hovered over,
The blue black clouds.
Not aware of the storms,
Standing in front of her face.
She did all that she could,
Surely she could twist fate.
But alas, everyone had a misconception,
Her love turned to hate.
Her once angelic wings,
Are now replaced with the,
Black nightmare,
But her black eyes still look fair.
The hair she adorned,
Loved, caressed, decorated,
Now lay in an unkempt mess,
Her expressions careless.
And up the mountains HE goes,
To see his lovely, beautiful demon.
And again he is devoured by,
Their passion shared uneven.
Author's Note,
Greetings people! I'm back with this one timer and I'm not sure about the future of this book but I had a sudden urge to write this. I have lost all hope for this book now. Lets see what the future awaits :') it's really short but I hope you like it...
Valar Morghulis,
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