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I fell for her, deeply. A moment's glance, cast askance. Then twisted, shifted, to something lovely. To a little dream, sweet times between, the two of us. Love or lust? I can't trust myself. She sat there, lit up like roses in winter. Resplendent, even for the sorrow in her eyes. Depravity whispered behind my lips. Thoughts staining the glow around her. The lantern lights flickered, tasting delight, In the eyes, filling the minds of those around. Still, not a frown crossed her face, Wilting flower in this crowded place. You could hear them, soft or loud, The crowing jeers of the... Wolves. Dressed politely, Faces contorted, unsightly, Sinners who had once spent, who would never repent, for the marks they left on her. Music filled the air, voices lifted, no care. Words no longer austere, turned it all to gray. She whispered, softly, too soft for them to hear, No matter how closely they held hear near, or dear, Whispers meant to bring no reply, from the girl behind her white eyes. Forgive the sun the sins of the moon, Forgive the moon for the stars she hides, Forgive the stars their dying lights, Forgive me for my mind. I don't think you'd like what you might find, or hear me say. Or scream, or dream, Or some strange nothing in between. A hand touched her face, Brought her back from space, back down to that place, where she sat, alone in the snow. The tavern's fire, for all it's desire, brought no warmth. Her eyes turned up, flooding lies like fireflies, through the hand that took her own. She followed up the stairs, the room roared, unaware.. The wolves feasted on lamb that night. aeza | |