Time
The sound of the wallclock resounded throughout the empty house. The light colours and the beautiful senery contrasted the aura sourrounding the house. Not even the soft wisper of the wind could be heard. Standing still listening to the sound of your heartbeat , the feeling of being engulfed in sorrow of another. The sadness washes over them.
Nestling in the branches of the ancient tree a small flicker of brown and green shimmered under the hues of the morning sun. a pair of brown eyes , the colour of chocolate, hair as black as a raven, lips the colour of blood and skin as pale as a white rose. For a moment they would see a ghost of a girl, her eyes reflecting her pain, her eyes reflected nothing but sadness. Just for a moment she was real , standing there not as a ghost, for a moment she was there. But in just a moment's breath she was gone. A soft wisper carried by the wind 'when will I be free' the voice of a masked angel.
As the years passed by, no one ever really saw the maiden after that night, centuries passed until that night when the tree was sourrounded by a warm glow, to anyone who witnessed it , they felt the warmth and the love, it filled their hearts with peace. Two shimmiring lights entwined together twirling around in joy , disappeared into the night sky. Every life is tied to another . Some may wait years or decades. But they will always meet, if not in life, then in death. For the threads woven by fate can never be undone.