SECOND ACT : PIECE FIVE
she stood alone in the silence of an eternal chasm of sorrow, within a twisted state of mind that echoed her tragic defeats and faults and a screaming silence roaring in the distance coupled with the sight of bloody warfare. nothing is left but mortals' shimmering gold capes corroded to ash flittering through desolate streets like vengeful phantoms and plastic bones that shattered beneath the talons of those deemed the traitors of society. the ground was quaking with each regretful thud of a body falling to its knees ( or was that thundering sound her uncontrollable wrath, the storm raging beneath her skin? ). trumpets howled the call of death: lusterless peachy dawns breaking into tiny fragments with the rise of a crimson moonâthe heavens imploding?
her eyes have cruelly seen that death does not discriminate ( there's no escape once you're in its grasp, your life but a flickering flame snuffed out ). and she had wept and wept until her tears turned to blood for her to choke on her misery cause before her was a dead young god. it was not a false prophet nor an egocentric king but, simply a rosebud cheeked boy of tender soft-lipped smiles with sweet danger cradling his starry night eyes reduced to a ghastly carcass tangled in fate's merciless web of strings.
death does not discriminate.