Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Poems, poems...A small collection of them ❯ Six-hundred and Sixty-six Days/ Seven-hundred and Seventy-seven ways ( Chapter 17 )
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By: Diabolik Affinity 
This is about a young woman who longed for true love and searched for it, high and low. She searches and believes that, here and there, she might have found it, but finds it shallow and hollow. And she searches on until, in the end, she dies, as we all unfortunately do. And she never finds her love.
It's sad, really. Very sad. I wrote this because I feel that, in today's world, "love" is something irreverent and foreign to people. So foreign that they believe love is only all about sex and physical intimacy. It is something that saddens me, the shallowness of modern humanity.
Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 619 | Visits: 182 | Status: Completed
This is about a young woman who longed for true love and searched for it, high and low. She searches and believes that, here and there, she might have found it, but finds it shallow and hollow. And she searches on until, in the end, she dies, as we all unfortunately do. And she never finds her love.
It's sad, really. Very sad. I wrote this because I feel that, in today's world, "love" is something irreverent and foreign to people. So foreign that they believe love is only all about sex and physical intimacy. It is something that saddens me, the shallowness of modern humanity.
Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 619 | Visits: 182 | Status: Completed
Like a stain among sheets of purest white
She appeared on the blackest of nights
With her flesh so pale and cold
And eyes so sad and so cruel
The moon painted her with its glow
So ethereal and frail like the flow
Of the stars among her kingdom and reign
Effervescent yet gone in the moment of pain
Before the venom stops her heart once and for all
And there's no one to catch he when she falls
She wept, like love cried for hate
Her tears of blood upon the blossom of her dying fate
Withering away as pure petals, by the winds, are gently raped
Before her weeping heart cried out in this forbidden night
Like the broken shards of Hell sing their prose at the twilight
Her forsaken soul lies now in the storm as deathly cold as ice
In 666 days she traced the world searching for the love she'll never find
And in 777 ways she hates the war that this love defines
She's buried alive by the ash and remains of her heart and soul
Shattered pieces of her sweet hate leave her dead and cold
Lovely truths and debauchery
Vain all but in the eyes of her melancholy
Forlorn hopes now so sickly
All lost in the labyrinth of her heartbroken misery
Beyond the wretched nightmares she sacrificed
Her love, divine, for her seal of faith
Broken shards all now, a cage without a life
The saddened girl now lies in the rain with skin, snow white
Her forsaken soul gone now, all lost to fate
And that look of dread upon her visage, her cold, lifeless face