Thursday, October 20, 2005
Note: I wrote this quite a while ago, and went through much planning for this, though the results weren't as satisfactory as I had expected. Oh well, comments and help? :D Oh, the title's "At Thine Hands".
Her face, so flawless in appearance, may deceive all, but I knew what lay beneath that picturesque frame.
“En garde!” A salute from both parties, our voices echoing around us in the room. I glanced briefly at the sparkling, polished marble floor, the walls, which were touched with roughly smooth, intricately decorated wallpaper, the closed oaken door, and her: before I place a foot behind.
She advanced with lightning-quick agility, nearing that of mine.
My suit was protecting me far less than before, I needlessly informed myself, and I smiled inwardly at that and at my suddenly improved speed.
She looked stunningly beautiful that morning, and it was all I could do not to lavish myself with one shared kiss between us – my heart stung at the thought…
Lunging forward to score a point, I nodded silently, once, when she laughed – an enchanting voice, paling that of the nightingale’s – and returned to the starting point.
My heart pumped faster in the second round – a feeling of betrayal bubbled up in me as I recalled the scene where she lay peacefully in another man’s arms. That was two nights ago.
She came to me the next morning begging for my forgiveness, and I gave it to her while in a state of confusion and denial.
I wanted everything to return to normal. I wanted her. I wounded my pride and dignity. She wounded my heart.
I gave her all I could. She gave me all she wanted to.
Life was becoming a torture, ending it was the perfect solution, and still is.
Numb with anticipation, I felt only her sabre’s tip impale my chest as it glinted dimly.
Its cold, thin blade went right into my heart, the only place it hurt.I closed my eyes against her reaction. I did not want to know. Life flowed from my body in the form of warm blood, leaving me colder than before as I was drained of strength.
I knew not how she reacted. I knew not when I fell to the ground.
I knew not what to feel.
But I knew, my darling, I died at thine hands.
I cried at 5:01 AM
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Did you hear me this time?
