A one hundred and twenty eight word poem. What a weird thing. You might have to read it twice because it's a bit odd and disjointed. And yes, I do know that I have multiple tenses jumbled in.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Alex Rider series.


Beauty.

Is over-rated.

Curse of God. Bane of Man.

The quest for beauty is endless. Never sleeping, ever weeping.

I search.

The dark, it swells and breaks.

And foams.

And rushes to shore.

Forever more.

But there I found.

My beautiful wife.

The flower.

The rose.

The petal.

My life, my soul. My tears, my laugh.

Got to be more.

Got to do more.

In ice's grasp, I thought I lost her.

The scorpion pinched her from me. My wife. My life. Gone in a heartbeat.

With a flourished signature from Blunt it was over.

In fire's bite, I found her again.

She grasped my fingers when the treacherous snake blasted us.

To Timbuctoo, infinity and beyond.

And irony of ironies.

Reduced to dust by Ash.


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