A tear falls from her eyes to mingle with the falling rain.sadness sweps over her body it sems to crumble. She looks at him on the cold hard ston table and lifts her soft sleav to wip the tear away.He looks at her his cold eyes filled with warmth the ston fells lick ice to his warm back. The axe is raised the young man. Turns to look upon his fate.
The smell of flowers sweeps bye the young mans face a tear rolls down his face and seems to hold on at the end of his slender cheak. He closes his eyes the young girl looks away the sound of death fills her ears. She turns to back to see the scen only to be met bye her brothers face to shield her from the death.
She walks away her brother in tow she stops to mumer somthing under her breath and walks away. the young mans body lays a man tall and slim lifts the body and carys it away.
2012, revised.
Tears warm as blood slip down her cheeks to mingle with the icy rain. Sadness, bone deep and heart stopping, sends her fragile soul crashing and tumbling in it's waves. She looks at him, ice blue eyes melting into the tears now tumbling down with the rain, and he just lays there. There is nothing he can do, splayed out on the stone table like tomorrows feast, and his usually cold eyes stare up into hers. The warmth residing there burns her like an iron, pricks at her flesh, and she raises a soaked sleeve to wipe effortlessly at the tears no one can see.
The young man smiles, soft and brilliant in his pain, an empty reassurance that everything would be okay. But those eyes cannot stay locked where they are and the young man turns to stare into the face of his death. Empty eyes do not meet his and the axe is slowly lifted, an omen of what is seconds to come. The smell of summer flowers, things he had not smelled in so long, wafts over the young man in waves and slowly, but surely, a tears rolls down his face and clings to just below his ear. The stone on his back is cold, the smell of flowers is warm, and he closes his eyes to his fate. Quickly the young woman's turns away, her heart shattering as the axe starts it's decent and then the sound of death, of bone crushing and flesh being cut, meets her ears.
The sound of the end of a life so cleverly cuts off with the ping of iron on stone. She turns back to see what has become of him, of the young man, but instead is met with the kind eyes and strong hands of her brother. He shields her from what she really does not want to see, guides her eyes to focus on him, and with a simple nod she knows she does not wish to see what has happened. Slowly the girl turns, her skirts shifting over the mud in a careful dance, and she takes two steps before stopping, her head tilting down and to the side. She murmurs something low under her breath and then she faces forward and continues her walk, her brother in tow beside her. The young man's body is lifted off the table, carefully and slowly…..
And his head is left in the mud.
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