The curtains swayed in the wind.
Moonlight danced on the balcony.
A man slouched in a red leather chair
placed in his neatly kept library.
Unlike the trying years before,
he was able to sit in peace amongst volumes of books.
Some old
Some new
but all echoing the wretched words
that had haunted his mind for years.
It mattered little to him at this point,
the past was sealed away on the worn paper
bound between antique leather.
Enchanting dreams were cut short by a harsh reality,
as a thunderous tremor shook his home.
Everything stayed still
still as the surface of a forgotten lake,
except for a small blue book which fell to the ground,
fell open, exposing words which prayed to be forgotten.
the words dug like knives
into the poor man's soul.
He ran for the glass door but found it locked.
He banged and banged until a small red river formed at the wall’s bottom.
All that was left was a dying man clutching desperately to the broken glass.
His strength faded as he gazed
into the broken glass which sat just a few inches from his questioning eyes.
He tried to break through as much as he could.
But he fell for the last time.
While the pieces of a man stared back at him.
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