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| The Grave.... |
| The moon rises over the land as those who love him gathered together. Tears of pain fell to water the cold earth in which he was placed. Gently the warm breeze of the nyght blows and silence sings her song of Mourning. The dead can no longer hear. They place upon him their fondest memories, and some only a simple single red rose and then turn to leave him submersed in their own woes. One by one they turn to leave, until at last there is only one. Her head held low her heart breaking within she looks down upon the closed casket her only words spoken heard from the soul slowly she kneels beside her beloved wanting nothing more than to lay down with him once more. She cries,... out into the nyght her sorrow more than can she can bare and once more looks down to him "Come up from there" it is you who have decided this fate and only you who can change this fate. why? Why would ye choose to return to thine own death when life was given to thee? Happiness ye held in your arms twas thine own self that ye had found. I am thine own self! She screams to dead ears. It is i who love thee and it is i who will wait for thee look about thee? whom do ye see in the grave with thee? None None that i can see tis only i that do remain When thy sleep of torment has been enough for thee I will be here when ye awaken. Fear not beloved for thou art not alone. And with those words, she lays down upon the cold earth and waits... waits for her beloved to return to her from his chosen fate. |