
“My Beloved, come sit beside me, and we will enjoy the sun’s final rays.”
As she glanced my way, my willpower dissolved and reluctantly I obeyed.
“My hands are always so cold nowdays, I’m sure if you clasped them in your grasp they would behave.”
Cautiously I reached out, wrapping the delicate bones within fingers strong and warm.
“My bed is lonely without you beside; perhaps we may lie together and enjoy the last of daylight.”
With this she rose and I was led away, down into the darkness of her tomb, for tonight I will sleep in her grave.
© NopeNotPam
lol a fitting romantic preparing for halloween 🙂
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I didn’t even think of that 🙂
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🙂
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A very spooky story, beautifully rhymed. 💜
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Any chance that he/she survived the night?
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I don’t know if he would want to 😦
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Oh…. I see.
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Sounds like Wuthering Heights
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I know 🙄
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Oh I didn’t mean it THAT way lol
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🙂
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Reminds me of Christabel by Coleridge…
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Are you making that up?
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Nope… it’s an unfinished poem by STC…
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There you go, I learnt something
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Intriguing and dark piece. I love it!
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Thanks 😊
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Oh wow! I love how everyone else has these wonderful literary thoughts connected with it and I thought this could be a wonderful version of the corpse bride – haha! Great piece though, I loved it. Thank you for joining in with the #writephoto challenge. KL ❤
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Thanks, aiming to please
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Very clever. I enjoyed that 🙂
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Thanks
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