Maiden's Sorrow
And when the dull crackling of fire ceased, a girl peered through the gnarled roots of a weeping willow tree. This girl was clad in spider's web; grandilioquent yet deadly.
The maiden, with a pale expression, crept to the river bed and knelt, and breathed a sigh of affliction to the ever sentient orchids of the blood moon. Her home had been destroyed.
A single tear of ice ran down her face, and came to rest on the soil betwixt her knees, and there grew a white lilac.
This blossom was of the most intricate degree, distinct petals and a supple stem.
The girl picked this flower, and gently placed it in her jet black hair.
Angels called out for her, reaching down in support for her, longing for her to transcend this life and join them; Calling her name, Mara.
 Alucard of Wormwood · Fri Jun 19, 2009 @ 06:35pm · 0 Comments |
