LoBD

In a dimly lite room, a woman resides, a shaded light coloring her haunting beauty with a ghostly glow beneath her raven black hair. Hair as black as the soul which watches her now. This woman, this woman of power and of fear. But twas not her beauty that trapped the soul to her but was her eyes. The hauntingly icy blue of her eyes bound him to her with the might of a thousand chains. The blue was so great and icy it froze the very air in his lungs, with a shallow green that any man would kill to have as his own. A siren she is, beauty to the eye, prison for the souls of phantoms untold. A woman that he could never call his own but he lusted over so. He dared not to move but to only breath as if by moving he would scare such a prize away, watching as his feelings grew and feed into his fears. He compared her beauty to that over the angels damned as he may be for such blasphemous thoughts and urges, a power far greater on him than all the countless gods themselves had upon him, a fear that swallowed all hope and joy was also hers to suffer. Striding to her and embracing her shaking body. Damn the world and all who loved it, he reveled in holding her but hated what must come of it but held her he did careless to the consequences of his love.The fear of being alone , of a dismal ending he held her "never shall you be alone,never to be forgotten,never to be more beautiful than you are now." damning them all for his greed and his greed alone knowing far to well what fate now stalked upon high. The eyes once clear have now been clouded and common but tremble no more did her body. Feeling her beneath him he began once more to revel in his feeling know she was almost his. Feeling she was not alone the clouded look in her eyes vanished ever so slowly as if reluctant to believe what she has heard but being able to find fault or lies in her mind about what has been said she embraces him back. The two of them are the damned. Love of their kind was not of feelings or even of care but of being whole. And even those who where whole are left feeling hallow in their shadow. Their feelings could not be told by the living flesh or of mortal blood,yet fate stalks them still waiting once more for their love to waver, ever so slightly as so to tear them apart and feast upon the misery shared by their souls and hearts.