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be resolved.
    With tattered smiles of lives lost, gone without a trace,
    Where does one begin battling desires enriched by serpents,
    To seek true happiness even when nothing can appease?
    And fight we must, but not for each other or for others,
    But to find a simple place, give reason for our union—
    One too fast for us, anyone could show to be true.
    For days had gone by where expensive words were spent
    Cultivating the brilliance of emotional companionship,
    Yet hollow were the many debts that we paid.
    And so under the dying sun and rise of a traitorous moon,
    I drank in the blood of the stars, holding them close,
    So that the dearest of emotions to tether and stay me
    Would linger no longer than soft smoke in a heavy breeze.
    To hell, to hell, that where I'll send my wife.
    A dream I've been dreaming, perhaps a nightmare for her.
     
    Oh, how I wish I could see before I could see
    What attempt I could make to deter the inevitable.
    Sight unknown to a bastard thought freed and loosed.
    Oh, how I wish those warm nights were no longer cold and
    The empty rooms were filled once more
    Not by an ethereal presence, too cold for me.
    No, by the warm body of evidence; living, breathing,
    And not eaten by the worms or the digestive ground.
    Oh, how I linger and lumber, from room to room
    Dreading the moments, and I wish upon my wishes,
    Double them further and perhaps the Lord might hear,
    A recant to my deeds to bring forth the woman I adore.
    Not just as a dream or a visage but her as life—
    A new birth of her life into mine, can it please be true?
    Silence among the soft ticks of the clock in my chest,
    A reminder that all had been lost to that wicked beat.
    I wonder if my dire desire could be fulfilled once more.
    A sharp edge reflects everything I want and need ;
    This is how I manage to find my way down, down, down.
     
    Drinking in the darkness as light gave way,
    My passion brought me, no, dragged me to a place
    I had only recognized once, in those wicked dreams.
    Once before, long before I met her that morning,
    I had envisioned a death as intimate as the skin.
    Somehow, fate brought me here nevertheless,
    And never a thought did I give, when I figured
    I might find her here to bring her back
    So we can live and love, never be lost in a day
    Nor a week, nor even a year, but forever in love
    And within loves embrace; but there I was
    Before a horned beast, who welcomed me with
    Gangly arms and a blackened face, no eyes nor ears,
    No smiles nor tears, a jagged visage of death itself.
    A voice arose from that wicked beast, and it told me
    This story of a man who tried to send his wife to hell;
    But to grace she went, to sing with blushing seraphs.
    Lo! There I was, among those of the same evil breadth,
    To scream with the demons, an eternity, rightly just!

Plot #233
     
     
     
     
    The moon hung high in the sky, casting a blue gloom upon the marble headstones. A soft fog lingered at her feet, and it languidly danced in swirls as she moved about the plot. The cemetery was exactly as one might find in some cheesy horror, which was terrifying, but even if it had been packed with zombies, Sicily would still be there. She had to be there. It was the only way.
    She thrust the shovel into the ground, and kicked it into the earth. As she levered a chuck, the roots cracked and popped. She lifted it, and tossed the loose earth into a pile. Another thrust, another plop on the pile. After a short while, she uncovered a small three-foot-by-two-foot coffin.
    It was a lovely handcrafted wooden enclosure that she painted herself. It wasn't by any means a stellar design, she'd only painted the entire thing white and stenciled in several orchids at the edges, but the love she put into it more than made up for it. As gorgeous as it was, though, she knew of the occupant, and it made her nauseous.
    After climbing into the grave and checking to make sure the lid was secure, she began to wrestle with it to get it out of there. It was much