by FA Paine
He watched her from afar, as she become more distant, with her dress of agony and her eyes full of pain.
He took out his notebook, copied down some notes, but little did he know, it was only the truth he wrote.
Tales of a fair maiden, that cried silver tears, raged boiling flames, but bled only gold, where stuck in his head.
It was true and he didn't know, how to comprehend with life, as she suddenly turned around, and walked towards another man.
He held his hands open, engulfing her like a wave, as he smirked towards the writer, and looked extremely proud.
Long story short, he went back home, with his heart closed, as slept in his locked room.