The pure.the bright,the beautiful,
That stirred my heart in desperation,
The impulses to wordless prayer,
The hesitations of love and vengeance;
The wrath after something’s lost,
The spirit’s yearning cry,
These things can never die.

To the world you may be one person,
but to me you are the world.
The plea for mercy softly breathed,
When consequence threatens nigh,
The sorrow of a revenged heart.
The truth about death mocks the useless longing.
These things shall never die.

I spent 2 weeks on the work. The story is about a girl abandoned by her lover. She is determined to take her revenge, but still haunted by the love they once had. I hope you like it. Thank you for Visiting!