Page 24 of Threads Of Madly Whispers

To some, she is but a fleeting prologue?—

A whisper of innocence in the face of corruption.

To others, a mournful epilogue,

Where hope has withered beneath the weight of time.

But to me, she is more?—

A cathedral, dark and unholy,

Its bells tolling the sound of a thousand dying souls,

As I step toward her altar,

Unaware, yet desperate to worship.

She shall be my bride,

Not in the tender glow of white veils,

But in the twisted shadows,

Where vows are sealed in blood,

And love is the sweetest poison of all.

She will be my wife,

Not as one of the living,

But as the dead,

A haunting presence that will devour me whole,

Until my very bones ache with her touch,

And in my final breath, I shall call her name.

For she is my end,

And my beginning.

Chapter 14

Wild Rose

Echoes in the Hollow Night

“Blasphemy.” Naseria scowls.

“Right, because this must be an act regarding God,”Miro gives her a blank stare.

“Shut up,” she huffs and tucks her hands in her sweater.

I do not quite believe Sebastian has a bone in him that’s saintly. His eyes are the gates to his silent words. They say speak less and your enemies will know little, but it’s not in his unsaid truths we should search for who he is, but in his eyes.

But perhaps it’s not so innocent on my part to cast judgment on a person when I’m no better.

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