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HiddenI always like
To appreciate the beauty
I everything I see,
With a smile on my face
To match the sunshine.
But it isn't ever going to be as bright.
I love to see the rain
Splash of my bedroom window,
That though it may look gloomy,
Everything is okay.
And the gloom will become my friend.
I often feel
Like lying on the warm grass
To watch the puffs
Of the summer clouds
Go by slowly.
They always look wonderful in the dying sun.
ScorchYou have wounded me
Greatly. Though it was not
Any malevolent act, my love.
If it were, I would not be as marked.
You have wounded me
With a burning fire. With
Your great passions, my love.
Affection I am not used to being shown.
My cold heart is left
Scorched with your imprint,
A mark of us, my love.
A wound I forever wish to keep.
PG: Vatican CityThe walk to the city was long and arduous. Some of those whom they passed bowed in respect for their fallen empire, while others had to be held back by the 'funeral' entourage, fighting tooth and nail to get hold of the casket in which the boy's body had been placed.
The green-eyed general breathed a sigh of relief as the gates to Vatican City drew near. He kept his watchful eye on the surroundings, but his fatigue was clear on his face. The sleepless nights and restless days had taken their toll.
"Captain." A soldier said, looking to his superior with slight worry.
"There are multiple guards at the gates. Word was sent to his Holiness, I hope?"
"Yes, it was. I requested that there be more troops join us. We are all tired from our journey."
The troops at the gates were dressed finely. Their gold armour gleamed in the blistering sun, and the crimson red of the capes only served the captain with a painful reminder of the bloodshed he had left behind. That did not
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