Post by The Jiggler on Oct 6, 2016 18:14:42 GMT -4
A whisper in the wind...
A woman yearns in a tower of cobblestones and asphalt shingles as she overlooks the vineyard over the hill.
Stuck in here for eternity, her father died in the Promised War. A lock of auburn hair is the last notation of her beloved father.
On her eighteenth birthday, she wept for her father. Not a sound aside from the quiet sobbing of the woman.
She stood on the sill of her window, overlooking the vineyard once more. She wanted to be reunited with her father again.
But in the wind, a whisper she heard.
"I love you my sweet," the old voice observed.
But it was too late, for her blood had spread.
She died and walked to the Golden Gate, and saw her father, fraught with terror.
But the daughter couldn't be merrier.
A whisper in the wind, and he was to late.
kek.
A woman yearns in a tower of cobblestones and asphalt shingles as she overlooks the vineyard over the hill.
Stuck in here for eternity, her father died in the Promised War. A lock of auburn hair is the last notation of her beloved father.
On her eighteenth birthday, she wept for her father. Not a sound aside from the quiet sobbing of the woman.
She stood on the sill of her window, overlooking the vineyard once more. She wanted to be reunited with her father again.
But in the wind, a whisper she heard.
"I love you my sweet," the old voice observed.
But it was too late, for her blood had spread.
She died and walked to the Golden Gate, and saw her father, fraught with terror.
But the daughter couldn't be merrier.
A whisper in the wind, and he was to late.
kek.
