MadManWithaBox
March 17th, 2011, 03:37 PM
Time has long passed since she saw that place. It feels like a hundred years to her. A place where she could love, and live, and dance, once more. It has been a very long time since she saw that place.
Her world has changed.
Her world has corrupted.
Her dreams have withered and perished.
She saw the transformation.
She watched her world decay.
She stood by, and did nothing, as the world went to hell.
And then she followed.
She had no honor, she had no dignity.
She had nothing left to resist with.
Her mind was black, as black as pitch, as black as the world she had allowed to crumble in front of her, and the sky, where the stars shone no more.
She wandered through life.Only existing, not living.Life passed her by.
There was no hero to save her.
There was no magic spell to set things right.
All she could do was close her eyes.
And wait.
(I've already uploaded this one. But a fresh set of eyes? I'm having a wee bit of writers block)
Her world has changed.
Her world has corrupted.
Her dreams have withered and perished.
She saw the transformation.
She watched her world decay.
She stood by, and did nothing, as the world went to hell.
And then she followed.
She had no honor, she had no dignity.
She had nothing left to resist with.
Her mind was black, as black as pitch, as black as the world she had allowed to crumble in front of her, and the sky, where the stars shone no more.
She wandered through life.Only existing, not living.Life passed her by.
There was no hero to save her.
There was no magic spell to set things right.
All she could do was close her eyes.
And wait.
(I've already uploaded this one. But a fresh set of eyes? I'm having a wee bit of writers block)