In the dim lights, there she was...trying to find her life.There was nobody and nothing, just the meaninglessness, the down right despair.She did have a plan, she had the chance to construct the empire in her mind...but that is where it ended.
She was again still, looking at the glimpses of someone she had been, for a short while, and than, back again in the whole, back in the dark, like there has never that moment at dawn , when she thought she had escaped.
But she did not, she is back to face this once and ever more, always the chance, always taken back...back into silentio stampa...Why does it really even matter after all, there is nothing to this to explain, nor is it something to him..because he is gone now and dead..the image of him has died.
But there is always something tying her to that image,she just realizes, that all she sees all that remain in her is that hand.The most beautiful dark skinned ,full of veins pulping life into it, soft and warm hands she had ever felt or laid eyes on.Just laying there holding hers, caressing touching, searching for her body...always there, just as powerful as the bondage was, back than, when...
It doen't even matter now because this was all long gone in that empire, and she must resurrect and she must lean forward, and forget all about it, all about that late night touch that was lost in the lyrics of the song...the ever repeating song.
Lost will the image ever be and she...she must wonder the world, but never without a soul, and even though she has lost it all she knows that this meaninglessness will not last forever, will not put its dirty, morbid hand upon her.
She has lost the battle now...but not the war...she still feals deeply, she breaths and she remembers.It is the memories that she must burn to ashes, never to return again, never the name...nor that hand...that brings the agony, the ecstasy, the peace...it all must go away and sink with her.But she will be the only survivor of the ordeal of no meaning.
Had all of it been lost, the empire never again to be found, but yet she will, find a way, another, a path maybe a dim drop of hope, but it will come.
If only she could put all this away, if only she could go and hide inside the city of Gold, and it would protect her and hide her, but she can't now, she must face her own souls death, just to be able to come back...ohhh but she will.
Will she not I ask of you?
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