𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓵 | 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒹

This story is close to its end.
Anabel is now left alone for her shattered soul to mend.

Buried deep in the ground is her heart's content.
Her shattered world has caused her to ghosts befriend.
At Matthias's grave, she has a letter everyday sent,
By her own shaking hand.

For nights move along as nature demands, Anabel stays on her lover's grave bent.
Years have passed, ten.
Yet her life she has with her lover spent.

For to her love was a promise of forever, once and never again.

Such tale of love, desire and demise went.
This story was heard with the flying wind, which I now write in pen.

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The End.