A greying light shines across the marble tombs. each stone glows a faded silver in the midnight light. alone she stands , head bent, reading. her words are falling, mingling with the tear drops land silently upon an olde and broken stone. “dear beloved, dear betrothed. the sun brings me no light. for its tarnished… Continue reading Bethrothed
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Crimson Beauty Prolouge
(It was cold and stormy on the night he came to me. I had never seen anything so beautiful before. He had the beauty of a crimson angel. His long silverish blonde-hair gracefully flowed down his back and over his crimson cape. It seemed to frame his face perfectly.