BlueGreyEyes

As I look out to the horizon the sun is setting on the eastern shore. The sky is painted bronze, blue and that forbidden colour, darker than flames and lighter than dark wine. I turn back. Knowing I could easily be executed simply for looking at the sun set. With the great burning disk behind me my sight is caught by the great elderflower palace. Created fully in printed marble set among gardens of elder trees that paint the area white in spring. I snuck back to my quarters, passing the servants bunks on my way. I was above them... slightly. The maker of perfume for the queen.

Doesn't matter what? Doesn't matter why? Motive or reason Actions can't be undone. I could be brave I could be good Wouldn't matter at all You'd still see me fall. You're so blinker You could never see Your view so sad Your blik totally mad.

Frozen time probable impossible. Do you hear The rain patter? I know they said strange things... storm brewing lightning clatter From grey scale to Technicolor running running In the same spot maybe it's just a sane hatter fear to hope to fear to hope to... what is the matter? nothing much im fine just my whole world shattered.

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Rising from the ashes golden. Do you sleep, or rest at all? For each reincarnation, Are you new? Are you weary? Or do you still have time for beauty, Can you see yourself in sunsets? Does the fire dazzle, Or burn?

Don't you know, What you are doing to me. You wrap me in rope, I could never break free. Look into my soul, you now know all I can be. I've seen yours too, I'm not screaming to flee. I'll never walk away, Give me pain or ecstasy. Forever is all that I want, But that kind of time isn't free. Each moment is ours, Every second we see. I think you know, What you're doing to me.

I sat across from the beautiful imperfect face. The barest hint of could have been sharp features, but covered with the shadows of what ifs. For a second I saw the transient appearance of a childish grin, the smile of youth unaccustomed to pain and suffering, but fleeting like silver smoke. Blind and it's all gone, crumbed away like the worlds we used to know... The unmanicured hand starts up in a flinch of panic, before dropping into smoke and nothingness. I sit back from where I am seated, alone once more. Time doesn't pass so quickly any more, not now that every second holds forever but all of forever can pass in a heartbeat. Are we everl