Dusted with time as the light fades from the blood-dried window, a mirror cracks in the agony as the distance grew farther with each breath and the life within inches away, leaving only the mahogany leaves of better years. No more...
Until the moon blinks, the silence of symphonies sings in the distance - the enticed silver meadow. Pockets mockingly dove deeper as frozen fingers sought for sanctuary. The clanging of bells, the beaming scythe, the chain against silky earth - the life no one dared to take - my sanctuary.
Forgive me for taking down my previous and unfinished works; I don't like unfinished work as much as you do. Something came up but it's all gone now. New ones, and probably unfinished yet redecorated ones, will spring about in the near future. As for now... enjoy.
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