At that Night

"It is too late... It is too late..." she sobs in a throaty manner, almost suffocated by the heaviness searing her chest. Sedately, those supple fingers return to her drenched cheeks, now wet of the guilt washing away the innocence of her memory.

Supple fingers brush the soft, milky contours, leaving soft trails behind. Slowly, dark hazel brown eyes shoot up to the vast, ebony universe mottled of white, red and blue hot stars that seem to wave from the distance. 

Far away, the gentle wind whispers the ancient song long-forgotten by the sands of Time. Quivering, she reaches the infinite dark horizon with her sylphlike arms, hoping, praying...

Silver streaks of tears, raw and fresh dampen her pallor, the biting cold now freezing those creamy cheeks, as well as the heart that beats of such longing.

"It is too late... It is too late..." she sobs in a throaty manner, almost suffocated by the heaviness searing her chest. Sedately, those supple fingers return to her drenched cheeks, now wet of the guilt washing away the innocence of her memory.

In the distance, up on the cold, dark green hill stood a lady with long, flaxen mane that languidly sways with the cold wind. Against the sweeping milky way galaxy, the cattle that graze in the open virescent meadow watch wide-eye as the white shadow slowly plunges into the darkness in utter silence.

-TheMalady

 

 

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