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~Alriel’s Innocence~ Down and Broken Battered and Bruised She wouldn’t have woken Or seen the next day through. The man was cryptic His origin unknown, Yet strangely altruistic His voice a gentle tone. Trust was something Her heart had never felt. He didn’t blame her for not trusting, But tenderly pleaded for her to tell. An insect in defense, the words stung his spirit Her pained eyes pierced his staggered own. Now he knew why his words of endearment Had had no effect journeying from his kind’s clone. He knew she needed no comforts voiced, No more false hope and lies so to speak, But a mere shoulder to cry on---her own choice Harborage to in peace weep. Realization in limpidity Dawned on her face; he was different from all the rest She gazed into his bona fide eyes; they were filled with not apathy But compassion in the least, love at best. Truth was something she’d finally found and attained Alas, he withheld a secret Alriel was not his complete name Telling her of this not, he did regret. For once they had both learned the utter truth It was far too late The corollary was eternal separation, a time remotely past their beautiful youth Although for this life it was too late, no one or no thing could subjugate their fate. When her number was one hundred years One still, moonlit night she walked Down a path she’d not walked in years Alas, her body abruptly became still, and her spirit was lost. Now through a hazy mist of white She glanced around confused Her image was that of a younger time in her life The era when her love, against her fears, guided her to propose a truce. Suddenly, gazing at her were white eyes so familiar And wings of, and hair of, gelid, soft blue His smile was and still was so dear to her See darling, it wasn’t so long after all: my wait for you. With a smile, she followed him to the golden streets Seeing many beloved faces as they journeyed Past the clouds to Heaven’s gates, smiling blissfully Say what you want, but to me it seemed like an eternity. Down and Broken Battered and Bruised She wouldn’t have woken Or seen her whole life through. |
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