The Epic Hero: Part Two
The hand of hope rests upon the quivering finger of despair, slowly pulling it off of the trigger. Upon the initial touch, our Hero remembers the warm feeling of having someone so close and so dear to his heart. He sits with the weapon of darkness by his side as he holds on to the one ray of sunshine that has penetrated the shadows clouding his heart. We all have a wall, an iron curtain if you will, around our emotions, protecting us from pain. This curtain keeps humans from acknowledging out true emotions and feeling the agony of life. The Hero is dropping that curtain and is ready to give his heart to her. He then turns to confess his love, but the hope is gone, she disappeared in the night. He spends some time staring into the darkness, remembering the joy that he once felt; the joy he must feel again . . .Labels: Love
posted by Ostentatious Transitioning Sophist @ Sunday, January 28, 2007
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