Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Inferno

The innocence of her gentle smile was a sharp contrast to the intensity of his blood-shot eyes.
He gazed at her silent form, almost in a trance.
Like sleeping beauty... he mused.
Bending down to kiss her, to revive her,
he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"It's time to light the pyre papa..."

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