The soul in the eyes have faded into a void... The gap widens as proximity closes in... The goddess no longer giggles... Her laughter has turned to somber... despair... numbness... The warrior remains still in his armor rusted by sweat and tears... He gladly take the metal against skin-to-skin...
Here lies the remnant of a blazing passion that mimics the twinkling of the stars... A replica of dark heavens on earth... A glorious past in shambles and monuments of love lay in ruins... Savagery has run amuck as it sack the sanctity of her temple... Faith grew blind with every sip of nectar from a forbidden garden... What fate would come or maybe Fate had left...
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