When the night was full of terror, promising lovers the lie of forever. She danced alone. Unlike her counterparts she moved barefoot and unchained, I remember her white dress twirl as the stars stared in envy.
A queen in her own right. The floor was her's and god forbid anyone who took her throne from her. There was no moon that night, but I believe there needn't be one... After all, she was there.
That had been the worst night of my life. But she taught me one fatal truth that day. We all die, the goal isn't to live forever. The goal is to create something that will.
- Nostalgia is a lie, but at least it's a beautiful one. // ~ hail
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