sylver-shadow

Pairs. All the best things come in pairs. Without a pair of hands how could I play with those locks of gold, Or make you cringe because against your skin they’re cold? Without a pair of arms how could I hold and hug you tight, and snuggle up close to you in the middle of the night? Without a pair of feet how could I ever go up on tiptoes, and kiss your super-soft lips, cheeks or even your nose? Without a pair of legs how could I drive us lots of places, to turn the frowns to smiles that shine upon our faces? Lacking just one of these things, we may still survive, but only when a pair is together do we truly come alive. Witho

Luna’s faint rays glanced over ripples and wave crests that brought the death-black ink of the sea ever closer. Pale pink toes crunched over gritty stones in a steady march that resonated a kind of determination that had never before been a part of this wasted life, not until this final act of pure selfishness that selfless innocence had forced upon her. Desperation had long before turned to a clarity as sharp as the crystalline white outline of the jagged crescent of rock in the sky, the one witness to the snuffing of a struggle that could be resolved no other way. She never faltered, never looked back. Even as the icy expanse bit at h

Around, all around and encroaching, the lifeless angels of defeat gather. My resignation at last overpowers me and clutches with iron fingers at my struggling chest as the stroke of finality falls against my brittle neck. It smites me with cruel laughter and darkly, thickly, gravely my lifeblood drips to the swirling dust of this hopeless desert. In abject realisation, I scream your name as Death’s choking shadow surrounds me. Now alone, alone at the final fall, my devoted love falls upon blind eyes. This is because of you. This is for you.