5 May 2012
---Can someone save me from the dark, Someone with a soal and heart,
All my hopes have broken apart, Like dry paint on canvas art,
Broken glass, Broken heart.
I'm on thin ice when it breaks apart,
And all my love and wings are useless, When I cannot show the world.
I take out my sword, And put it through my chest..
Then I close my eyes... ...And sleep eternal rest.
--- Sapphire lay in the darkness, her heart beat slowly, not matching the rythm of her falling tears, her short dragon wings no use to her, no one to show them to, she was alone for eternity, and she knew it, an image of a ticking clock clouded her vision, she was running out of time--- ---Sapphire struggled to her feet, her blue eyes clouded with sorrow, she walked towards what seemed to be her doom, for one foot step felt like A light year. She wiped away her last tear, and stepped away from the pool of it she had created, her heart beat getting faster as she stepped out of the dark shadowes, she ended up is a large city, she read a sign 'New York'...She hid her Dragon wings behind her and started to walk around the city....--- ---Sapphire walked along almost every path, but this one was not normal to her, this one did not feel as cold, as lifeless as the others did. she walked along the pavement until she came across a sign, 'Central Park'. She walked into it, her fragile long lavender hair blowing in the gentle evening breeze, she walked passed a lot of people, none had seen her, she was 'invisible' to them like everyone else she ever knew saw her.She walked alone, her heart slowing down once again, she looked down, and sat down on a swing, her deep blue eyes turned into two pools of stars underneath the moons glow, her ivory skin looked snow white, she shivered... It was getting dark--- ---Sapphire sighed as she looked up at the moon, the moon seemed like a door to her, it's gleam warmed her heart slightly, as every time she stepped out of the darkness, she always saw it's glow, the ruffles on her dress gently blew in the soft breeze, she looked back down from the moon, she thought she saw movement, someone behind a tree perhaps? She shook her head, knowing it was probably her imagination, she sighed once again...---
---To be continued---
The Dark Angel • Opuss № I