Post by aquella on Oct 10, 2004 8:53:50 GMT -5
A sheet of slightly charred parchment flutters gracefully, dancing on the gentle breeze it slowly decends and comes to rest on the lush green grass of the glade.
An elf, walking though, picks it up and begins to read...
"Aquella" the title at the top of the page says.
"Angel, devil, Innoruk's bride,
love and hate, her worlds collide,
She who gave unwillingly
All he wished for her to be.
Angel, devil, so much more,
innocent and yet a whore,
child of father, slain for love
Mother watches from above.
Angel, devil, now her choice
How to speak in her true voice,
Takes her life by her own hand
Against this evil, she must stand."
The elf, in repulsion at what he's read, drops the parchment and runs from the glade.
An elf, walking though, picks it up and begins to read...
"Aquella" the title at the top of the page says.
"Angel, devil, Innoruk's bride,
love and hate, her worlds collide,
She who gave unwillingly
All he wished for her to be.
Angel, devil, so much more,
innocent and yet a whore,
child of father, slain for love
Mother watches from above.
Angel, devil, now her choice
How to speak in her true voice,
Takes her life by her own hand
Against this evil, she must stand."
The elf, in repulsion at what he's read, drops the parchment and runs from the glade.