Why is such path wandering through timbers that divide into an infinite background? Bandits lie in wait behind a brushed corner. Trott and carriage turn wheels of leisure. Another frame of unpainted death. The blade disperses pearls and blood. Agony! Agony! For love.
Chandelier holds upright the candler near. We dance on and on. A century apart can’t make enfeebled your hearts song. It sways across violins and splashes about keys. Another frame of unpainted death. Sickness; the vile entities lurking inside. MISERY! MISERY!
For love.
Birds chirp and things scatter about as I walk. This pathway is eternity. Death has taken you so many times but we are bound by raging eyes unrestrained by time. I betray you death at the monuments of love. For this frame is unpainted death. But love lives on. Anguish! Anguish! For love.
-M
Inspiration from aforementioned Blackbriar song in previous post