rapture in ever after

You never knew what it was like in limbo, nor would you come to

appreciate its symbols. There was no purgatorial fairy tale, 

dragons in the darkess pushing ramparts down.

There was no story in the Holy Grail of hopeless endeavours, no knighthoods of nothing. 

Ever afters so bloody, her white dress in shreds; a crown hits the ground and last words race death to the lips. 

You never touched this stiff a skin, or kissed a forehead so fucking cold, but its deep freeze taken hold of me,

you look so lovely tonight.


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