Post by EarlyBird on Jul 23, 2007 9:02:44 GMT 9.5
She stands alone in the room, cold as ice with no feeling. People expect her to be like a rock, cold with no emotion. She has a beating heart just like the rest, but they look past it.
Then one day something falls from her eyes, something strange that she couldn't fully understand. It was wet and fell like a liquid crystal. She lets it drip down her cheek as she ignores this feeling of pain. What is happening, what just graced her pale milky skin.
She puts her hand towards her face wiping it away with such force that a red burn appears on her flesh.
/I will not cry/ she tells herself. /I will not shed tears/ she demands. /I will not let myself fade into nothingness/ she orders. But no matter how much Mab trys to hold it all in check. Another tear falls and she loses it, she stared at the walls around her, dark and black like she was told her heart had become.
She lowers her head then raises her eyes towards the front wall, she feels her feet fade first. Then her legs, her hands and finally her face and torso. Only her eyes are left long enough to shed one last tear. The tear of ever lasting hope, a tear that she knows not if any will shed for her now she is gone. And then...she is dust. Does anyone mourn for Queen Mab. I do.
Then one day something falls from her eyes, something strange that she couldn't fully understand. It was wet and fell like a liquid crystal. She lets it drip down her cheek as she ignores this feeling of pain. What is happening, what just graced her pale milky skin.
She puts her hand towards her face wiping it away with such force that a red burn appears on her flesh.
/I will not cry/ she tells herself. /I will not shed tears/ she demands. /I will not let myself fade into nothingness/ she orders. But no matter how much Mab trys to hold it all in check. Another tear falls and she loses it, she stared at the walls around her, dark and black like she was told her heart had become.
She lowers her head then raises her eyes towards the front wall, she feels her feet fade first. Then her legs, her hands and finally her face and torso. Only her eyes are left long enough to shed one last tear. The tear of ever lasting hope, a tear that she knows not if any will shed for her now she is gone. And then...she is dust. Does anyone mourn for Queen Mab. I do.
