Author: NightOfAThousandNightmares PM
One...two...three...She counted out the seconds, the minutes, patiently waiting for him to save her from her crimson death. But he never came...and she died alone.Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Angst - Words: 202 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-04-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2844479
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She counted the minutes, counted the seconds,
Her bloodied hands clutching her crimson abdomen,
Her silky skin began to fade into a pale white shade.
Her green eyes slowly lost their shine
As she waited in the sunset's dusk,
Her only hope was latched onto his arrival.
The dull steel of the sword's blade shimmered
Silently, through the dark red stains that hid it.
She steadily looked, waiting, hoping, he would come.
The pain, it was excruciating;
The blade of the weapon firmly implanted
Inside of her temple, trying to chase the soul away.
Her eyelids suddenly grew heavy
The pain numbed down to pure exhaustion
She could not stop herself as her body clamored onto the ground
She could feel herself dying,
Her limbs slowly losing touch, feeling;
Her heart beat slower, each pump more difficult than the last;
She lied there, sprawled in a maroon pool of her own essence…
And quietly, with the last of her strength,
She grasped out her hand, searching for something,
But only receiving air.
Her eyes, fading, glazing, said what her mouth couldn't:
"He didn't come."