Minesweeper

A midst the cold and quite darkness of the night, the Doll slumbers.

The Seer watches, wide-eyed and ready, he offers a silent guard.

Take her away, the Caged man says.

He was sitting in the corner of the dark room, eyes glowing from seething hate, hands clasped around cold and adamant chains.

Take her away, free her.

It was a cross between a command and a request.

A shimmer reflects from the pool of tears on the Doll’s eyes.

With silent tears she roams the plains of misery, across the valleys of old, over and under the bridges of hate she soars valiantly.

Oblivious to the world and its pathetic claws, she sleeps peacefully.

The Seer shakes off the taunting mirage and lays next to his beloved.

Everything will be alright, love. You are safe now, here, with me.

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About delamorte

Eherm... A boy with a soiled face who's spent 23 pathetic years trying to make a difference... An old man trying to talk his way out of his own cage... And the Seer who's trying to poise these two alter egos' rage... You won't find anything interesting enough in me to ask about my real life facts. Trust me, things will get more and more boring once you take that path. Disclaimer : These are just random rants and stories cooked-up out of boredom and prolonged stages of catatonia. Please feel free to troll/criticize my works, i am but a poor soul trying to find my way out of this miserable phase some of you call life, your critiques shall serve as my guiding light.
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