Author: Love's Enemy PM
When you heart bursts into flames you can never look back. That was one thing that Clara didn't know, and now she pays the ultimate price. Hear the story in Marshell's words as he remembers what courage she had and what true love meant for a demon.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,480 - Reviews: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 03-30-10 - Published: 03-29-10 - id: 2790639
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By Anthony Mullan
I'm not a perfect person. That's for sure. When the tears from my unforgiving eyes drop to the nature's unholy ground an angel weeps for my fate, for she was left on an awful, sinful planet filled with hatred, left with my pain in her heart as the fires of hell release me from my sin. I ask only for you to look over her sprit lord for she is pure unlike me. When my body is but only ash I will be a joyful soul only to have the knowledge that my Clara is safe in your eternal home. I will burn for the sorrow I've placed in her virtuous heart, but I ask that she will arise like the angel in her heart. Let this romance come to its happy ending for at least one of the two heart crossed lovers.
I do not want her mind twisted and warped from my mind staining memory so that she will be unhappy for eternity because I can not truly leave this life I have wasted until my dearest Clara is truly safe in both body and in mind. I ask not for forgiveness, but for her life to be restored in place of mine. I wasted what I once had and it deserves to be with the only part of my heart that still lives.
I beg to God that my final wishes are restored because my mind will never leave this earth completely if it still resides in her heart. The beauty alone speaks a thousand words yet her heart is stored with them, and that's where the final part of my existence lives, in her. I would go through death more times than I already have if I knew it would make a difference. I am a never-dying burden on the sweet, pure heart of the fairest of all angels from hell to the stars. Please almighty ruler of all that is good and fair in love and war, give HER one last chance. Don't spear me for the immortal Goddess that still walks the alleyways of my heart.
The almighty Lord looking at me in disbelieve, mockingly laughs. One question strikes my mind like a whip against the very skin of her pure body. What is to be made of my sweet Clara? The Lord answers 'What do you decide for her fate?'
What hasn't been decided Lord?