Three hundred years after my death, I was still cursed but not yet ready to concede that this would be my fate for all eternity. I rebelled in little ways against the masters that held sway over the artifact to which I was bound. Sometimes successfully. Often times not. But never once did I come close to tricking or goading those wizards or their minions into releasing me from this cruel twist of fate.
Five hundred years into my enslavement I still thought release possible although my efforts to gain my release began to wane in the face of so many failures.
As the advent of the ninth century approaches, I remain now as I ever have been; chained and bound, but remain unbowed. I will never resign myself to this fate – never! -- for it would mean forever being parted from my beloved. My heart. My Winifred.
Fandom: The Dresden Files (TV-verse)
Muse: Hrothbert (aka Bob the Skull)
Prompt: 100 – Centennial
Word Count: 176
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me. Just passing through.
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Or perhaps she had moved on to another plain of existance, to begin life anew. Was she happy?, he wondered. And did she ever, even fleetingly, think of him? Or had she ascended beyond human emotion to a higher existence where mortal love and memories no longer held meaning or importance?
Mostly, he mourned the loss of her, even now, and wondered … did she miss him? Or even remember him at all…?
(OOC: Here there be ghosts, courtesy of Bob's writer.)
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise,
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints---I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning
lyrics by Paul Williams,
from Phantom of the Paradise
Our love, is an old love baby
it's older than all our years
I have seen in strange young eyes familiar tears
We're old souls in a new life, baby
They gave us a new life to live and learn
Some time to touch old friends and still return
Our paths have crossed and parted,
this love affair was started long... long ago
This love survives the ages
In its story lives are pages
Fill them up, may ours turn slow...
Our love is a strong love, baby
We give it all and still receive
And so in empty arms we must still believe
All souls last forever, so we need never fear a goodbye
A kiss when I must go.
In time, we kiss....... Hello!