My dearest love,
How many times do I have to change the world before you can revolve around me again? I’ve battled dragons, trolls, even death knights that threaten to submerge me in a blissless sleep far from the comfort of your glowing warmth. You are an eternal sun that lights my heart with purity and sorrow — a sorrow for the Chill that haunts my very footsteps when I am absent from your watercolor love.
Haunt me and make me weep at your feet when I relentlessly dew an opus for your beloved caress after the End reaches for you and me. The shadow of a flag unfurls in the distance and I am trapped climbing the bars of a spiral-bound prison hoping to diminish the curses of a million fallen stars.
Wait for me.
Wait for me when the Eclipse meets our fragile hearts, and we don’t need to paint any more silver-blue sad songs forevermore.
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