He walked through the doors
Finally meeting his past
The silence crumbled under his feet as withered leaves squeaked and folded in dust
Her heart cried out for him from her secret chamber
Behind the high walls of the castle
Abandoned for a decade long.
She was hid in the shadows of memories
Behind the magnificence and fame, framed in silver and gold
Her soul constantly sought a home
Treading alone distances amidst the fog of time
She was a ghost without rest
Wailing in the darkness
Her tears left acrylic imprints of her scarlet tale unheard
Leaving a faint fragrance of remembrance, of her forbidden love
The love she found and lost.
And he called out her name
Her heart breathed life again
He called her name aloud in the silent dark
The chains fell as her eyes gazed him, through the moonlight that fell on his imperial features.
She stepped out from the chambers
Her soul released from the fret
She saw him transfixed
He walked towards her
Her walls still burned with the scars of past
He walked through the walls
No more can the prison held him behind as captive
No more can any walls build tall could ever separate them
He was the ghost of a past lover
Clasped in letters of a clandestine memory
Staring freedom behind the bars of delusion
Seeking for his solace
And finally they met
And time slipped as the key that fell forever, in embrace of the glimpse of beauty captured on a river; a river, overflowing with the waters of Love.
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