Heart

It was only his memory,

The touch of her soft skin,

The laughter of their embrace,

The passion as he kissed her petal shaped lips,

Which comforted his longing.

The hidden torture of fire,

Of deceit locked away,

Hidden from sight,

As the footsteps were heard,

By candlelight corridors,

As the building burnt,

To ashes.

He could not save her from the dungeon,

Nor cages that surrounded the lives of the many,

As he sat beneath the oak tree,

Now blind, alone and saddened,

As she touched his hand,

Rekindled the lost love,

Drowned by the rain,

Frozen by the ice winds,

Shivers of the night,

A house of horrors,

Masks of pain,

United by heart shaped petal roses…

By Natasha

Era solo su recuerdo, el toque de su piel suave, la risa de su abrazo, la pasión mientras besaba sus labios en forma de pétalo, lo que confortó su anhelo.

La tortura oculta del fuego, del engaño encerrado, oculto a la vista, como se oían los pasos, por los corredores a la luz de las velas, mientras el edificio ardía, hasta las cenizas.

No podía salvarla de la mazmorra, ni jaulas que rodeaban la vida de muchos, mientras estaba sentado bajo el roble, ahora ciego, solo y triste, mientras ella tocaba su mano, reavivó el amor perdido, ahogado por la lluvia, Congelados por los vientos helados, escalofríos de la noche, una casa de horrores, máscaras de dolor, unidos por pétalos de rosas en forma de corazón …

Por Natasha

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