Chapter 91
Surreal, not quite
The sound a ticking clock somewhere near, somewhere far
Breathe, wait, be
The quiet moon on a cloudless night withholds deep secrets
Wandering minds will play truant, yet again
The fallacy of it all was mocking
Yet, in so many ways love threatened to conquer
Love, dear love, what beauty you bring to this wretched world
Werewolves cries in a distance signals the escapades of a lost soul
Cotton clouds passed by the dark moon
Shielding it only just enough to be seen
Quite like the weeping eyes of a lonely lover who lines her eyes to hide her tears
She could sing another love song, but she didn't
Her arms ached for the lover she missed
Her heart sobbed for the soul she longed for
She danced to a tuneless song
Her feet bled, she danced anyway
And, as the ambiguity of it all dawned
She spread her wings and flew...
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