Curse these eyes for seeing you,
That lonely Winter's day.
Curse this tongue for being mute,
Not knowing what to say.
Curse these ears for hearing you,
Your sweet angelic voice.
A tone that lingers in my head,
Trapped without a choice.
Curse these limbs for keeping still,
Bound with unseen chains.
Curse this frozen, human shell;
A wall that never wanes.
Curse these hands for trembling,
Longing for your touch.
When I'm alone I curse myself,
For missing you so much.
Curse the teardrops in my eyes,
That wet my face at night.
Curse the dreams I have of you;
Nightmares without fright.
Your hidden presence haunts my mind,
Divine Rose - Prologue by eidolon-fenrir, literature
Divine Rose - Prologue
A tale of romance, love and chance,
From a magic castle deep in France.
One stormy eve there came a knock,
That pierced the night like sharpened rock.
A knock that stirred the beast within;
A selfish prince, full of sin.
He had no friends, just loyal slaves,
Who served their master like worthy knaves.
The prince stormed down in much furore
And opened up the castles door.
There stood a woman, grey and old,
Her clothes were torn and wet and cold.
Her wrinkled face held many crags.
She was the ugliest hag of hags.
Although she shivered head to toe,
Inside her heart was pure as snow.
Her fragile figure cried in pain;
just realised you're probably on right now! hello!! i watched 'bridge to terebithia'. it made me cry, which i was surprised at. not the type of film i thought it would be. thought it was gonna be like a Narnia-esque story xxx
They should, but the only book of Brom which really released and translated was Darkwerks...the other books are in English ...but it's better that way...I couldn't imagine to read the plucker in German...o.O.