a story from my mind from the past
(this is a very rough draft of a story i once wrote. only a very few people have ever read it. because it was conceived all those years ago for nowone.so it has bin lost in time until now.)
the silence of her solitude fills the void in the darkest hour of her night. living amongst the darkness she stumbles through the world searching for hope. only to a find roses. but to gain this rose she must wade through the thorns. wile she struggles and pay's for her prize with the thousands of cuts from the thorns they in twine her. and the blood she sheds makes them stronger so they keep her in her eternal struggle. she reaches her goal. wile the soft pedals comfort here wounds and the sweet fragrance gives peace to her mind. they fade away. for the rose withers with time. her prize withers away and leaves here only with ashes. the tears she sheds for her loss only water the thorns and make them stronger. she is trapped. no longer able to escape the comfort she once sought is long forgotten. she struggles in here bonds and bleeds only to make them stronger. she brakes down and cry's and it only makes them stronger. here life becomes one never ending struggle. and the darkness enfolds her and she is lost in it.
dawn. it never comes. the cold air of the eternal night has sucked all of the hope and joy from her life. what she once new as the warm sun caressing her face is all but a forgotten memory now. the thorns have entombed her. keeping her alive simply to satisfy its own hunger. her eyes that where once full of life have become cold and dark as coal.
a new pain. not from the thorns. but here eyes. a lost feeling burns in to her. in the distance a light shines. is it the dawn she has forgotten so long ago?
no. it is a torch. the fire burns through the night and pierces the darkness. the light burns here eyes which have forgotten the light.
as the light approaches she notices that there is a man caring it and he is brandishing a sword. as he approaches the thorns coil away from him and tighten there grip on her. wasting no time he charges in swinging to cut away thorns. as they lash at him and cut him he cuts them in turn from her. weakened from her tormenters she falls helplessly in to his waiting arms. the fire is let lose. the thorns become a fire storm. it lashes out at them in its agony trying to take back its prize. but he keeps him self between it and her.and he is cut and burned. he caries her away from the fire storm.the thorns shrivel and die. the heat caress her face as last ambers of its passing die. he caries her in to the night. the heat from him as he holds her revives her body but her spirit re manes cold and lifeless. stopping to look into her cold eyes he holds her up and embraces her in a kiss. the dawn breakers. the light of a thousand suns fills her sole and she is renewed. she opens her eyes looking upon him in the full light of day. he is broken. the fresh scars and the burns from her rescue have mard him. with a final sigh he collapse in her arms. the love she had gone looking for has found her in her darkest hour. and revived her at the greatest cost to himself. she holds him in her arms in a desperate embrace to keep him as she begins to cry. her tears run down his face. and as she sobs for his passing.
he opens his eyes.
the silence of her solitude fills the void in the darkest hour of her night. living amongst the darkness she stumbles through the world searching for hope. only to a find roses. but to gain this rose she must wade through the thorns. wile she struggles and pay's for her prize with the thousands of cuts from the thorns they in twine her. and the blood she sheds makes them stronger so they keep her in her eternal struggle. she reaches her goal. wile the soft pedals comfort here wounds and the sweet fragrance gives peace to her mind. they fade away. for the rose withers with time. her prize withers away and leaves here only with ashes. the tears she sheds for her loss only water the thorns and make them stronger. she is trapped. no longer able to escape the comfort she once sought is long forgotten. she struggles in here bonds and bleeds only to make them stronger. she brakes down and cry's and it only makes them stronger. here life becomes one never ending struggle. and the darkness enfolds her and she is lost in it.
dawn. it never comes. the cold air of the eternal night has sucked all of the hope and joy from her life. what she once new as the warm sun caressing her face is all but a forgotten memory now. the thorns have entombed her. keeping her alive simply to satisfy its own hunger. her eyes that where once full of life have become cold and dark as coal.
a new pain. not from the thorns. but here eyes. a lost feeling burns in to her. in the distance a light shines. is it the dawn she has forgotten so long ago?
no. it is a torch. the fire burns through the night and pierces the darkness. the light burns here eyes which have forgotten the light.
as the light approaches she notices that there is a man caring it and he is brandishing a sword. as he approaches the thorns coil away from him and tighten there grip on her. wasting no time he charges in swinging to cut away thorns. as they lash at him and cut him he cuts them in turn from her. weakened from her tormenters she falls helplessly in to his waiting arms. the fire is let lose. the thorns become a fire storm. it lashes out at them in its agony trying to take back its prize. but he keeps him self between it and her.and he is cut and burned. he caries her away from the fire storm.the thorns shrivel and die. the heat caress her face as last ambers of its passing die. he caries her in to the night. the heat from him as he holds her revives her body but her spirit re manes cold and lifeless. stopping to look into her cold eyes he holds her up and embraces her in a kiss. the dawn breakers. the light of a thousand suns fills her sole and she is renewed. she opens her eyes looking upon him in the full light of day. he is broken. the fresh scars and the burns from her rescue have mard him. with a final sigh he collapse in her arms. the love she had gone looking for has found her in her darkest hour. and revived her at the greatest cost to himself. she holds him in her arms in a desperate embrace to keep him as she begins to cry. her tears run down his face. and as she sobs for his passing.
he opens his eyes.