Isis sat by the shimmering Nile with her soul heavy with pain. The years gone by, have they been nothing but a waste? Salty tears burned her cheek as she realized that Malik was calling her.
"Isis, come inside for dinner. I invited Bakura over." Bakura, the spirit who infested the millennium ring. It seemed so odd that she believed that he was ever innocent after the night she found the vermin and Malik together in bed.
"I will be there in a minute," Isis said in a flat tone. She lightly caressed her gold jewelry. The brilliant moon overhead reflects silver on the Nile. The sands shifted as if from uneasiness.
In fate's eye you shall never see,
She pulled a blade into her hand from her pocket. Isis missed her younger years when she and her brother were protected. The land presented itself with slight magic and mystery but nothing complex. Malik and her would watch the inky sky while making up names for the various constellations. Now, as she look back at the same sight, Isis felt different. She could no longer protect her brother. Hopelessness washed over her body like the constant beating of the ocean.
One with purpose and without death's key.
The dagger in her hand felt cool and reassuring. Everything was her fault. She could just imagine Bakura and her brother kissing each other at this moment. Those thoughts were pushed fiercely out of her mind but only to be pulled back in.
And to those whose spirits they must mend,
She brought her hand up to her front. Everything around her appeared to move without her; all motioned away from her unforgiving heart. Anger flared in her mind as she clenched her fists and bit her lip. A coppery flavor nipped at her tongue. She welcomed the blood. Thought of Malik weighed down on her wretched soul. The blade's metal felt surprisingly cold on her neck. Isis slowly lied down onto the warm sand as her collar's hem stained scarlet.
Will bring true happiness, life's end.
"Isis, come inside for dinner. I invited Bakura over." Bakura, the spirit who infested the millennium ring. It seemed so odd that she believed that he was ever innocent after the night she found the vermin and Malik together in bed.
"I will be there in a minute," Isis said in a flat tone. She lightly caressed her gold jewelry. The brilliant moon overhead reflects silver on the Nile. The sands shifted as if from uneasiness.
In fate's eye you shall never see,
She pulled a blade into her hand from her pocket. Isis missed her younger years when she and her brother were protected. The land presented itself with slight magic and mystery but nothing complex. Malik and her would watch the inky sky while making up names for the various constellations. Now, as she look back at the same sight, Isis felt different. She could no longer protect her brother. Hopelessness washed over her body like the constant beating of the ocean.
One with purpose and without death's key.
The dagger in her hand felt cool and reassuring. Everything was her fault. She could just imagine Bakura and her brother kissing each other at this moment. Those thoughts were pushed fiercely out of her mind but only to be pulled back in.
And to those whose spirits they must mend,
She brought her hand up to her front. Everything around her appeared to move without her; all motioned away from her unforgiving heart. Anger flared in her mind as she clenched her fists and bit her lip. A coppery flavor nipped at her tongue. She welcomed the blood. Thought of Malik weighed down on her wretched soul. The blade's metal felt surprisingly cold on her neck. Isis slowly lied down onto the warm sand as her collar's hem stained scarlet.
Will bring true happiness, life's end.