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Haunting
The face, this face that just seems to haunt my dreams. It's her face that haunts me. Taunts me. Toys with my mind and soul. Seems to never change its gaze. But this undying gaze is only, a dream. Nothing more, nothing less. Only a dream sent to ridicule me. But in the end it seems as I’m always watching, waiting. Always from afar. To far, too far to reach. Too far to touch. She is only an image that seems to dissolve the rest of the world. Always has. But unfortunately, she is a cruel and cold-hearted. She drove me to the fire, and left me there to burn. My mind still confused and cloudy from the smoke that seemed to engulf me after the flames had died. And yet, my heart still lays in waiting. In waiting of an executioner. It lies, hidden from the world, wishing her mask would fall to reveal the face that haunts me. It lays in waiting, in darkness, locked away inside myself waiting for the light of those eyes to befall it. Those eyes……...you’ve never seen such eyes. They’d seem to steal my soul and mesmerize my mind as they would open the door to my own prison. They’d stop all thought and send me to a world of blue skies. Skies to match those eyes. A world of bronze dragons, which match her hair. A world of nymphs and fearies, that match her beauty and trickery. I just wish I knew. Knew why my world seems to pull farther and farther away. And now I sit, in thought of those eyes, my mind still clouded, I see her face, its still haunting me. Forever taunting my dreams.
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