Sorrow
By: Euro


There was some truth to that little red book with golden lettering. The King of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl; but at the fatal moment of accepting and sharing his affections, she spurned him. He had begged, implored, offered her everything and anything; and watched with undisguised anguish as she tossed his feelings back in his face with six horrible words.

He had begged.

He had lowered himself to plead with a mortal.

He had offered her the world, her dreams, and himself; and she wanted none of it.

So, now weakened and alone, Jareth cries.

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