What I leave you with.....
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((In the whispering laughter of your once forgotten life- grows the heart of the darkness- you've held too long inside.))
"They found this...along with them."
Pansy's mother took the piece of parchment from the investigator, her eyes scanning the words...
"In death no love shall ever part- so we've perished at our own hands- in hopes to never leave each other's hearts.
In our own selfish act- we left this world behind- forgetting of the pain and suffering it may cause the ones we left.
But in our memory, there lies a stint of hope. And despite the lingering loneliness....
We'll never really be gone."
Mrs. Parkinson swallowed back tears.
Her daughter.
Was gone.
**
Rose petals floated along the breeze, the song of the sorrowful wind carrying them away, along with the muffled sounds of the tearing on lookers that had gathered to pay their final respects. The two had never severed- never lost their hidden love.
"Let this be a message to all of you," the speaker said, gesutring towards the two caskets that lay beside him. "In death, you do not find relief- or the answers to every earthly question. The eternal question that many of you now are probably asking yourselves is why. Why did two young hearts such as these that we say goodbye to today feel the need to end such unlived lives? Why must we have to say goodbye...when it is merely the beginning? In life, my friends, there are answers. In death, there is merely death...and the shadows of unlived life."
-----The lady sleeps: the dead all sleep —
At least as long as Love doth weep:
Entranc'd, the spirit loves to lie
As long as — tears on Memory's eye:
But when a week or two go by,
And the light laughter chokes the sigh,
Indignant from the tomb doth take
Its way to some remember'd lake,
Where oft — in life — with friends — it went
To bathe in the pure element,
And there, from the untrodden grass,
Wreathing for its transparent brow
Those flowers that say (ah hear them now!)
To the night-winds as they pass,
"Ai ! ai ! alas ! — alas!"
Pores for a moment, ere it go,
On the clear waters there that flow,
Then sinks within (weigh'd down by wo)
Th' uncertain, shadowy heaven below. -----
((In life, we may perish in the chances we don't take. But in death, we may perish in the shadows of the unlived life that linger upon us.))
~*~
*close curtain*
abrupt ending.
thats exactly what i wanted.
::Credits::
Poem at the end:
taken from "Irene" by E.A.Poe
((May you all find answers in what I have told you in this story of lost hope. May you all find hope in the hopelessness of it all. May you all find your way if you are in need of a guiding hand- and let this be a message to you all- that in death....there are not answers, but only more questions to be asked.))
The End
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((In the whispering laughter of your once forgotten life- grows the heart of the darkness- you've held too long inside.))
"They found this...along with them."
Pansy's mother took the piece of parchment from the investigator, her eyes scanning the words...
"In death no love shall ever part- so we've perished at our own hands- in hopes to never leave each other's hearts.
In our own selfish act- we left this world behind- forgetting of the pain and suffering it may cause the ones we left.
But in our memory, there lies a stint of hope. And despite the lingering loneliness....
We'll never really be gone."
Mrs. Parkinson swallowed back tears.
Her daughter.
Was gone.
**
Rose petals floated along the breeze, the song of the sorrowful wind carrying them away, along with the muffled sounds of the tearing on lookers that had gathered to pay their final respects. The two had never severed- never lost their hidden love.
"Let this be a message to all of you," the speaker said, gesutring towards the two caskets that lay beside him. "In death, you do not find relief- or the answers to every earthly question. The eternal question that many of you now are probably asking yourselves is why. Why did two young hearts such as these that we say goodbye to today feel the need to end such unlived lives? Why must we have to say goodbye...when it is merely the beginning? In life, my friends, there are answers. In death, there is merely death...and the shadows of unlived life."
-----The lady sleeps: the dead all sleep —
At least as long as Love doth weep:
Entranc'd, the spirit loves to lie
As long as — tears on Memory's eye:
But when a week or two go by,
And the light laughter chokes the sigh,
Indignant from the tomb doth take
Its way to some remember'd lake,
Where oft — in life — with friends — it went
To bathe in the pure element,
And there, from the untrodden grass,
Wreathing for its transparent brow
Those flowers that say (ah hear them now!)
To the night-winds as they pass,
"Ai ! ai ! alas ! — alas!"
Pores for a moment, ere it go,
On the clear waters there that flow,
Then sinks within (weigh'd down by wo)
Th' uncertain, shadowy heaven below. -----
((In life, we may perish in the chances we don't take. But in death, we may perish in the shadows of the unlived life that linger upon us.))
~*~
*close curtain*
abrupt ending.
thats exactly what i wanted.
::Credits::
Poem at the end:
taken from "Irene" by E.A.Poe
((May you all find answers in what I have told you in this story of lost hope. May you all find hope in the hopelessness of it all. May you all find your way if you are in need of a guiding hand- and let this be a message to you all- that in death....there are not answers, but only more questions to be asked.))
The End