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A Prologue, running Two thousand And six hundred days. It spanned across him, realisation. Of the tale that had begun In a quiet bower of snow. It would be the road, Never taken with her That is most regrettable. A sorrow, unyielding It bleeded till none remained A crevasse in their lives. Filled with years Of substitution, illusion Of having someone else. Her credence in him, Biased, she persisted. Aphrodite incarnate. Seeking an Ares, Futility, forgetting her Hephaestus. Two thousand And six hundredth day, Now transcending to the next. Self inflicted desertion, Guilt of a re-established Trust in the "once was a stranger". Has ever the velvet Loosened from the wrist? A bond tied ages ago. Eternity stands challenged By days finally spent Together, as one. A final laugh, The Universe, it's cheeks Straining to the limits. They, fire and smoke Never apart; for smoke shall Still rise from a dead pyre. The prologue has brought Nought but the turn- The arrival of their final Epilogue.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
Prolugue to an Epilogue
A Prologue, running Two thousand And six hundred days. It spanned across him, realisation. Of the tale that had begun In a quiet bower of snow. It would be the road, Never taken with her That is most regrettable. A sorrow, unyielding It bleeded till none remained A crevasse in their lives. Filled with years Of substitution, illusion Of having someone else. Her credence in him, Biased, she persisted. Aphrodite incarnate. Seeking an Ares, Futility, forgetting her Hephaestus. Two thousand And six hundredth day, Now transcending to the next. Self inflicted desertion, Guilt of a re-established Trust in the "once was a stranger". Has ever the velvet Loosened from the wrist? A bond tied ages ago. Eternity stands challenged By days finally spent Together, as one. A final laugh, The Universe, it's cheeks Straining to the limits. They, fire and smoke Never apart; for smoke shall Still rise from a dead pyre. The prologue has brought Nought but the turn- The arrival of their final Epilogue.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
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