Bloodsheds, mishapen chaos and unworldly devouring thoughts caused wreak havoc to one's mind turning into someone mundane yet feared.
Of what seemed to be a spreading disease that corrupted the system, and has triggered multiple expressions that lurked in from time to time.
Something both of the same structure knew yet came unknown.
Innocence and rage mixed together and imbibed like a lamenting curse penetrating deep within the flesh to the shreds of her soul.
Love learned the act of hate and hate learned the act of creed that was now etched in her heart.
The sun refused to shine and the ocean started to rise ready to engulf her being.
A moonchild took a step into the cold breeze with a fluttering heart.
The moon was pale enough as if it was about to faint, but the hidden curse behind the pale moon was reflected with crimson blood in the form of the such resemblance so uncanny.
The inflicting pain striked and the ocean turned into fire. The moon mocked at her presence as she drowned herself to death.
What a terrifying moon could it be, for it dims the light of the world that was never satisfied. The kingdom in chaos whose caught up in an endless pantomime no one could ever read except her. She was a fractured perfection broken into a paradigm of the two moons hidden beneath the dark skies.
"Are you willing to fight?"
"If your end will be the price then I'm willing to die for this battle."
"Let's see."
YOU ARE READING
TWO MOONS
Teen FictionPatriot of Fine Arts---an academy for students born with artistic skills or should I say so?
