His transition to agony
August 8th 2007 04:41
For a moment he felt content, secure, happy even but then it struck him, the horrible agony. He had been alone for so long without her that when she began to notice him he was almost instantly happy. He thought the pain had gone, the cruel master that ruled and enslaved him for so long, finally he was free of it, finally he could just live. But he should have known that such foolish ideas, such delusions of granger should never be believed, ideas like these should never have become his hopes and dreams. He should have foreseen his own destruction. And he would have if not for the blinding mist and fog that love creates. A blanket of hope is what had deceived him; hope that he would have his greatest desires fulfilled.
Her face that had made him happy now only gave him woe, a face like hers that mimicked that of Helen able to sail a thousand ships, but also her passion, like fire able to scorch the very world in which lived and cherished; able dry the vast oceans of temptation that filled his subconscious. It was she that made him once so happy but now left him only with bitter agony.
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