As I remembered my lord's lips on the night that I kissed him farewell upon the fresh soil of my lord's grave I laid the pressed blossom of delphinium that he had once given to me in this very garden on a day not unlike this one
The sun peeking through the little spaces in the temple walls wildly overgrown with grapevine, silent and secretive with only the singing of birds and fountain pools my onlookers
A moment of serenity now a painful memory that burned inside the soul to hot for the rain to wash away and yet too dim to warm away the bruises
A hidden piece of heaven now faded into dust like that of these old temple halls, taking all that could still remain of this heart and youth with it to be forever buried in ruins leaving what behind?
A relic of the old dynasty to be taken and shown as a symbol of dominance like some captured beast from a far away land and then be left to rot or to be used again for a man to call his love and play his games with as a healing for his pain
A distraction for the soul, love in all her majesty just another comfort from all the power-mongering bloodshed like sip of wine or a puff of tobacco nothing more then to be a slave for a lord's lies
Love, just another word
And just another drug
I wonder my new lord will this too be your kind of love?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Kingdom Of The Emerald Sea
FantasyIn the great kingdom of Peshtia, a beautiful eunuch is sold into the king's harem where he learns that he has to fight for what others have from birth if he wishes to make something more of himself and hopefully rise to enough power and influence to...
