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Orpheus and Eurydice
A tale told as often as the sun has risen, one of doubt, of pain and grief.
A tale of a mistake made over and over again, but a story of love and yearning all the same.
A mistake made in the name of that love and to know that in the downfall, as the hands of time drag you away that you loved and were loved fully in return.
Thats comfort enough when the nights are cold and serpents bite at ur feet, that loves arms are there to cradle the frost from ur bones and to kiss the blood from your wounds. To know love like that is a life well lived.
Orpheus and Eurydice
A tale told as often as the sun does set, one of doubt, of pain and grief.
A tale of an effort made and spent.
A tale of an effort washed down the drain by the cold wind left by ur lovers empty embrace.
But one of love and yearning
To travel to wherever they go, to follow with head held high, and a wedding song on your lips.
To lead and lead without their melody to listen for, to trust without evidence and not know if you've lost them to all eternity.
To let doubt in, without her arms to fight them back. To look back not out of doubt but be cause your human and its your nature.Be cause every second apart is hell. Because of your love. To love so greatly that you’d follow her to death and still look anyway.
The tale of orpheus and Eurydice is on of yearning and sadness, one told as often as the sun rises and as often as it sets. Each time it remains the same.
Of life born from love and pain born from that love.
