MorganFae

 "One last chance," he whispered into her ear. "One last chance..."     She turned to the two soldiers standing near the pyre. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked to the torches in their hands. The flames flickered and danced in her green eyes.     "No fear, Annan."     Narrowing her eyes, spat into the man's grizzled face.     He smirked and brushed back a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "Such a pity." He spun upon his heel, and with a snap of his wrist, he summoned the guards forward.     She pursed her lips into a tight, straight line. Her expression was a grim one, seemingly cold and distant. She would give th

Dum, Dum, Dum. It was if the drum and her heart beat together as one. It was if her body had long disappeared and all that remained was the steady rhythm. Not even the strong scent of incense that had once been so intoxicating could permeate her senses. Somewhere, far away she could hear the chants of the monk. But his song was drab compared to the music that twisted and swan around her like an exotic dream. It called out to her to join it, and she found herself yearning to. But something held her back. Through the darkness we come to thee, Lord and Lady of oblivion singing in the night, Whispering of temptation thou long to see, We take

Almost ten year have passed but I still remember, There was once a time when you gave me nothing but pain, The sound of flesh meeting flesh, A sound I know all too well, There may not be any scars on my body, But an unseen mark remains, You may have forgotten but I never will, Hate, Anger, Sadness, And pain, The wound between us may in time heal, But the scar shall never fade