Kneeling in the Great Black Forest, he wept for his loss.
She was the most he had ever seen.
Oh how she suffered.
Sometimes it would hit her at once, and fill her with such despair that she could feel it in her very bones.
She was nothing, yet she was everything still.
He could not believe that she had done it.
She leapt, she drank a vile, red liquid,
a liquid the same color as her hair.
She dove into the abyss to her final trial.
But...........................
He was left alone...........
He remembered when it would wash over her.
Each time, she had to brace herself.
It drained her.
She cried until her body was famished.
She bled until she had not the energy to pour the vermilion liquid any longer. |
Submission Name: .....The Burden of her Despair
