It was a beautiful place to be, the blue-green like that of a tranquil soul. The
ever magnifying roar on akin to some dream symphony. The warm breeze, like the
soft, gentle touch of a lover. The heavens seem endless above me, all the
glittering souls reflect down upon the surface calling, beckoning for me to join
them in Eternity. The moon a romantic light to guide my journey back to him who
calls Yet the moon can also be a deceitful siren. It calls
hopeless lovers to their death. The broken hearted look to it in solace and only
find What yet is the price to pay for the ones we love?
How much is enough to satisfy the fates? What sway holds the broken hearted to
hope? Where is their place among the glittering souls of night?
Love is like one undead, seductive, alluring, and irresistible; until it lures
you under it's power. Like the vampires of legend, love will bite and turn you
into it's What escape can there be from this hopeless void
called love? Is death the only satisfaction it receives?BRBR Oh woe to
this horrible trick, this lie, this deceiver. Woe to love, woe to it's
oppression, woe to it's very Like the star-crossed lovers
of old, love only brings pain and So ends the lives of the
hopeful, bright souls. These insidious fools have let the demon called love
conquer them.