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The AlleyEach time I close my eyes I see it, an empty and dark alley, where life already fade away. I see myself walking but the small way gets darker and never ends, loosing myself without finding my way back… Forever alone and is empty like my own heart. Is the same alley that a year ago someone told me that he doesn’t need me anymore and hurt me. Only that back then it was filled with light and warmed by the passersby’s smiling. Someone once told me I’m afraid to go back to it, to not recall again those moments. It is just a simple alley. Why I’m so afraid of it? I wonder that each day… But I can only think is that I’m a coward which runs from her past…
He told me back then with hate in his eyes.” Don’t want you near my anymore. I’m getting tired of us being always together.” And on my cheek I felt a warm burn. It wasn’t from my tears it was his cold hand touching my face for the last time. For me felt like a sl
FA: Chapter II: The Death Comes in WhiteChapter II: The Death Comes in White
After Syrion missing the Kyo region became poor. The wars which lasted more then twenty years they ruined the country .The years were passing and the wars for supremacy between Syrion successors divided the country in two. Kyo became a deserted land were only the poor people stayed behind from were they living from a day on the other with the bit they had .The new capital was called Tomayo. In time it was lead by the entire cursed king successors.
Between the people who are leaving near the river there is a legend. Every first born died or vanished in mysteriously conditions. It is said that the eight prince vanished in the forest near the castle while he was hunting wild boars with his father .The first was Syrion. Next was his nephew a sick young man vanish at age of twenty one near the river which once was in Kyo. Legend says that through this land the death comes dressed in white and with the eyes red like fire. Every time she says the sa
Fallen AngelsChapter I: Ten angels
"I see that tonight you came again. For the story I suppose."
After a moment of silence between the two, the newcomer, with a sweet smile on his face, shook his head. The full moon was brightening the barn where they were. The moonbeams were making way through the cherry blossom leaves and through the branches. The barn was on the verge of a river; abandoned because of the thieves. She took the little one in her arms and sat down on a box edge near a broken door. "I don't have much time." She thought to herself.
The two had met while the boy was hiding in the bushes near the river. It had been almost a week since they met. She was dressed in white and on her head she was wearing a veil, covering her face.
"Now, let me tell you the last story, of those ten angels that lost their souls on this earth."
With a warm voice she begun the story, whispering in the little boy's ear.
"A few hundred years back this land was led by a greedy emperor seeking pow
Tears of a BrideTears of a Bride
From your beautiful turquoise eyes
Transparent pearls falls down slowly
On your motionless porcelain face
Are mixed tears of happiness and sadness
The mirror in front of you shows a white doll
Ready to sparkle like a diamond in everybody eyes
But inside everything flickers like a candle light
Ready to extinguish with a short breeze
Those small pearls are tears of joy and affection
With a drop of melancholy for what you let behind
From the house you painted your dreams in her walls
From the warmth of it and its protection
But beside this soft feelings of sadness
You glow like a star in the moonlit
Smiling toward tomorrow while ahead a new life awaits
Along side with the one you’ll say “I do”
I stood in the rain
Like a fool
Waiting for you
Like I always do
Ceaselessly, for you I wait
Like I promised I will
But you never came
Yesterday to me
I know you did
While the rain
I only heard your voice
Don’t lie to me
I know I’m only a joke
When we promised
To meet under the grey sky
To be only you and me
In the pouring rain
I wish now that this words
Yesterday and love
To vanish from my heart and mind
And my lisps to be sealed
When I’ll try to say them
Yesterday is no longer…
Lost HopeOnce, someone whispered to me to have hope in my own fate
And never dispel under my own reflection in the mirror
Which it is ugly and filled with wrath and despair
But after that the moonlit scattered before my eyes and reach
And now through darkness I’m drifting aimlessly
To find a spark which will make me hope for a brighter future,
But my whole inner being flickers like a candle light
In a breeze of a cold fall night while I watch toward the starless sky
And I see no hope anymore for me
Only an eerie feeling of emptiness and a grotesque caresses on my hair
Shattering everything before my eyes letting behind a sallow shadow of mine
And invisible scrawled letters in my heart I’ll never say to anyone
Isolating me from this world, always to be alone, creating my own sanctuary
Where hope will never reach or shall be loved by my sparkling star
Which is now forever lost, in the starless sky which I see above myself
A sky ugly and darkened like my entire soul
The empty roadI walk cautious on this forsaken road,
Which is shrouded in a silent haze.
It is a road which leads toward nothingness
In a place where the hope is caged
In a prison far away locked inside my heart.
Desperately I’m trying to find a way out from it
And not to fall under my despair I feel
While my world is falling apart in this silent haze
I hear in my mind the past voices which still haunts me
Shackling my way from my sweet hope, like a poison.
I scream but my mind is flooded with dim memories
I long had forgotten but in a wisp all are vanishing
Leaving me empty and once again vagrant, on a road
I do not know, in dark and hopeless, while I’m eaten
From inside by the silent haze, like a poison, to my heart.
Desperately I dreamed for hope to light my way away
From this darkness I felt long time ago
But my sin’s I committed in my past
Broke me apart, letting in my sight to see
The skeletons of those I hurt, on this road to anything…
Sinners 4Chapter 4:Silence
In the detective office was silence. Only the sound of the rain and the clock could be heard. But for the people from the room this sound was fading away easy. While they were sunk deep in their thoughts. They seems were waiting for another casualty to happen for them to find a new lead. Or somebody to tell news about the bodies of those three which were abducted.
“From a long time i didn't saw such a storm’. Said the detective while he was watching at the old watch from the wall which was showing 4 PM. All the team members who were assign at this task were thinking how to fight with an invisible enemy.
“Chief!” Said shy the young officer .While he was watching on a map which was on the desk. Will catch them. “Before someone else die, and smiled.”
“I don't understand one thing. Why after so much years this nightmare starts again.”
“Maybe someone still wants revenge and didn't liked how the things ended last time. A
Sinners 3Chapter 3: Bits From the Past
‘Hey boss’ ,said the young officer that suddenly opened the door , ‘there has been another crime,Leon Giuliano was found dead on the steps of his house.’
‘Unbelievable ‘, the man shouted,’where the hell was the team that i sent to keep an eye on the house?’.While the boss was still discussing the details of the murder, a police officer came in and said that the same night , Marsino’s grandsons were kidnapped. Puzzled , the 60 year old detective, finally lost his temper , as such important news should have been announced earlier. After questioning the supervising team that he called in his office, the detective decided to personally analyse the situation at the Marsino mansion as he feared that the other clans might fight over the territory. The mansion was huge and it was protected by Del Mar’s men . Del Mar was the right hand of Marsino and he had disappeared last night as well.
Once the detectiv
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