The pale autumn light faded, the moon floated high above the pine trees, it’s yellow face partly obscured by dark clouds, the wind rustled the shrubs and rain which had been threatening all afternoon began to fall. Rain droplets pelted against the stoned frames of the blackened walls of the abandoned castle.
The winding staircase creaked its way up to the the lonely room on the highest tower, the moonlight that seeped through the weeping skies made a puddle of white light on the dusty damp floor. The ghostly room garlanded with cobwebs and a unique fragrance of blood, greeted him. His footprints on the layers of dust created a replica of the mosaic floor of the Vatican museum.
The reason he chose to visit this tower every now and then was because he knew this is where she would be on a cold rainy day like today. His dark sunken eyes gazed out into the compulsive darkness through the arched stony windows as the wind sprayed sprinkles of raindrops on to his pale face that was hidden in the shadows. An occasional soft flutter of wings reminded him that he was not alone.
From the darkness of the stone walls a shadow moved towards the window. It seemed harmless, just stretching out of blackness merging into his shadow conjoining and becoming one with it. Thunder rumbled and a streak of lightning shattered the sky, like broken glass, but the neon blue soon faded away into still blackness.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” He whispered.. pausing to smile as he felt a cold sense flush down him. He closed his eyes, hoping to see her: the hollow remnant, the aimless soul left to wander the earth through the infinite laps of time.
She stood silently beside him, gently placing her head upon his shoulder. Her lifeless soul longed to tell him she was there, to tell she was with him at all times, yet she couldn’t. For what was left of her mortal time, now stared at him through the hollow eyes of the skull adorning his desk, a grim reminder of her tragic demise.
Her sigh: a draft of wind streaking through his hair. If only he could die, and didn’t have to suffer the curse of immortality, perhaps he would see her again. He blew out the candle and moved away from the window fading into the darkness.
“Even through death, I will always love you” his words echoed within the lonely walls.
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This amazing post is written by my sweet friend, the royal heir of the kingdom of Darkness, Miss Dark Ji (Chaos-xd)
I won’t request you to praise her blog, nor I will ask you to follow her. But I just ask you to check out her blog, and rest, leave it to her. It’s some sort of enchanting spell that she uses in what she write, it just make you fall in love with it. It makes you fall in love with the thing you fear the most, darkness.
Here is what her about page says:
From the abyss of darkness!
pieces of my inner soul,
carefully put into words,
screaming to be unleashed by my bloodied ink,
bringing forth the pain held deep,
With words stolen from yesterday’s storm,
And memories I keep,
I write the morels that feed my soul,
To place at bay the anguish soul,
The musings untold.”
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