The crisp air howled in the evening skies as the moon, and the sun were aligned. The sky darkened, as the rain had gotten stronger, as it soaked everything unsheltered. Animals rushed, seeking shelter from the rain. Two figures faced each other
Misty pale blue eyes stared into the the solid black ones, eyes changing from color to color, as it reflected off the surrounding light. A white glowing aura surrounded her, in a protective manner, as it sheltered her from the rain. A white silk gown hung loosely from her shoulders, as it ended below her knees. Honey brown hair curled to perfection, as she stood tall, and straight. Vines wrapping around her legs to her knees, the green vine curling from her shoulders to her fingertips. She seemed
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What a coincidence, last I checked you were in Egypt with Bastet,” the smooth silk voice spoke, as she took a step forward Haine, as she extended her hands, to gently touch the shaven face. Her fingers gently brushing over the smooth flesh. Fingers tingled at the coldness, as a shiver erupted through her body when darkness enveloped her hand.
“Amour. It is a coincidence, I thought you were in Greece with Ivan,” he gently grabbed the slender fingers of the women in front of him, as he to took a step forward, looking down at the shorter person. There was like a barrier between them, where the darkness ends, is where the lights starts.
It was truly a coincidence to find each other on a flowerfield. They had spent the last century avoiding each other, and here they are. Face to face. The air held tension, as both their muscles were stiff, and were ready if one another were to attack. Haine had found it interesting to see that Amour still preferred to wear the white silk gown, she had it for nearly two billion years. The man himself had left his old clothings, and settled down with modern clothings to fit in more. Amour found no need to adjust her style, considering she rarely interacts with the Opinon in person. She had thought Haine how ever looks dashing in the new clothing attire, and Haine thought how elegant Amour
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Back before the days of the Opinon, Haine had forbid Amour to ever call for the power of light, but now that they were against one another, Amour does not take any order from him. But unlike Amour, Haine can be killed. Amour, no matter what happens to her, she will never die, until she calls the light a thousand times.
“When we meet again, one of us will fall, and will be forgotten. There will either be no love, or no hate. If Fate will be kind enough, as let us be one again, then their will still be love and hate. Haine, one of us will fall, and when that happens, Afellay will truly be no more.” Amour spoke, her voice silky, as it was nothing but a hushed whisper. Vanishing the light, as the sky darkened once more. “I will leave. This is your time. The time of darkness and hatred.” With those final words, Amour focused her mind to her castle, before she dissolved in air, and disappeared from the flower patch.
“I believe she has forgotten this is where I had proposed.” Haine chuckled, before releasing the wind and fire. “I will leave to, and let the creatures of the Night consume the
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! What the Prince is saying is that, see what dreadful punishment has been laid upon your hatred. Heaven finds a reason to kill your joys with their love!" There are many forces in the tragic play of Romeo and Juliet that are keeping the two young, passionate lovers apart, all emanating from one main reason. In this essay I will discuss these as well as how love, in the end, may have been the cause that led to the tragic deaths of Romeo and Juliet. Their strong attraction to each other, which some call fate, determines where their forbidden love will take them.
Shakespeare’s play, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, depicts an ancient feud ended by a pair of star-crossed lovers’ deaths. A lord and lady from warring families seek a forbidden love with guidance from a friar and nurse. Due to a tragic course of mischances and fateful errors, their attempt of eloping led the lovers to a tragic end. Because of rash decisions, the four characters are torn apart by miscalculating events and misunderstandings. Ultimately, the four characters encounter a heartbreaking ending, as a result of their hastiness.
The Golden Age population believed that love was godly and a strong mechanical force driving the universe in a continuous circle. This idea is clearly evident in Lope’s tragicomedy Fuenteovejuna. He uses this and other beliefs to persuade and justify to the reader a sense that love is responsible for the order in the world. Lope de Vega portrays events relating to greed, envy, and ambition. The outcomes of these events bring disharmony, represented as s...
And here Pygmalion, old sculptor of heathen times now passed, flames of frosted fires that cast the black light upon the shadows of a starless night. For in his scalding pit where once was heart, burns the curded kindling of perverse pleasures and impious passions. He toils at his foul forge, and there in the blistering bowels of Earth's volcanic throats, in the snarling jaws of his flaming furnace, there stands the lustful sculptor Pygmalion's greatest labour: there stands a woman. Though a sculpture, she effortlessly bleeds sensuality in every carved tendon, the polished pinnacle of a chiseled beauty. She poses with her fixed yearning gaze, her unmoving sinuous locks of hair and inert firmed breasts. And perhaps most remarkable of all, breath is drawn from those delicately crafted lips. For to Pygmalion's iniquitous delight, he has brought life upon his beloved ivory sculpted woman. Imprisoned in that hellish chasm of warm swelling nightmares and streams of wet lunar lust, she stands, to be admired and to be perpetually loved by her master. And neither shall confess the love is not real. For does that gentle rapping of her crimson ruby heart serve her to live, or for her to live to serve? Though Pygmalion's supposed love for his living sculpted woman may be purely the stuff of antiquity lore, its enlightening commentary of love itself is not. Many partners have constructed relationships around a cruel imbalance of power. Indeed, just as Pygmalion believed he loved his perfected, though enslaved ivory lady, so too has myriads of men mistaken an intricate misconception of love for what in actuality is no more than a sculptor admiring his sculpture. This somber reality of love was perhaps most astutely realized in Henrik's Ibsen N...
I apologize for the overdue message, nonetheless, during times of confusion and hardship you are my closest friend. As you know, I despise the foolish yet admirable emotion of love; promising myself I wouldn't fall weak to the hypnotizing traits of love. Escalating from love at first sight to marriage in a matter of hours, I recently have gone against my very own morals. As it happens to be, I’m set to marry the the son of my family's sworn enemy, Romeo Montague. Understanding both families severe disapproval towards our unity, we aspire to elope within the very few passing days. How this came to be, I do not understand, but with great certainty, I know that Romeo is the love of my life. We share a bond stronger than the crystals of diamonds, driven by pure love. I came face to face with the man i love, or as i thought. Not knowing who he was, he approached me with love’s gaze taking my breath away. From a sweet
"What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast; Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content; And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover: The fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide: That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, maki...
In the wall that parted the two apartments there was a crack, caused by the buildings old structure. No one had observed it before, but the lovers discovered it. What love can discover. As they stood, Pyramus on one side, Thisbe on the other, they would whisper to each other innocent non-sense. "Damn this freaking wall," they said, "Why do you keep us apart?” Such words they uttered on different sides of the wall; and when the night came and they must say goodnight, they would tell the other of how they are kissing the wall and imagining it was other. Next morning, when the sun had resin above the tallest skyscraper, and the city filled with busy noise and smog, they unveiled their plan to see each other. They had agreed to sneak out at night, they would wait till the routine police car had passed their block, and then each would run and meet at the old winery and wait till the other arrived. All was agreed on, and they waited impatiently for the sun to go down beneath the buildings and night to rise up from them. Then cautiously Thisbe opened her back window- unsuspected by her parents, put a white scarf around her, waited for the police car to pass and escaped. As she sat alone in the dim light under one of the old street lights, she saw a drunk old man approaching her. With a thirst in his eyes Thisbe fled the sight, and sought refuge in the back alleys of the streets. As she fled she dropped her scarf. The drunken old man was hurt and was going to ask Thisbe for some help but just found a scarf on the ground and wiped his wound with it. Pyramus, late only because he had stopped at a local gas station to get some snacks for his dear love, finally arrived at the old winery.
A life changing journey is taken as Jean Valjean, Cosette and Marius feel the emotion of love and learn to cope with its effects. Each character soon realizes that the effects of love are very powerful. Happiness, self-confidence, and depression are all found during the enduring journey. Studies have proven that, “...without love we die...” (B). Jean Valjean, Cosette, and Marius realize that they can not survive without experiencing the profound effects of love.
On his exile day, Romeo awakens at sunrise from a restful sleep beside the love of his life to a lark’s song. The morning bird’s chirping warns Romeo that the sun is rising, so he prepares to leave Juliet’s chamber in order to keep their illicit relationship a secret. At first, Juliet insists that the music is not coming from a lark, but is the song of the night bird, the nightingale. A scary realization that the tune is from the morning lark quickly strikes Juliet, therefore Romeo rushes out of her room, crying, “More light and light, more dark and dark our woes” (3.5. 36). Romeo’s remark expresses the affectionate couple’s absolute hatred of daytime, displaying their increasing depression as sunlight fills the day. Bustling Verona streets pose danger to the spouses during the day. If the two lovers from the conflicting houses of the Capulets and the Montagues were caught together, their marriage would be terminated. Not only would the couple’s relationship crumble to pieces, but they would also face harsh criticism from their belligerent families, especially since Juliet is supposed to marry Count Paris. Romeo and Juliet are left with no other choice but to separate during the cruel daylight, leaving their life shattering to nothing without being in each other's
In one of the best classics of all time, Romeo and Juliet, love has no bounds; it bypasses many generations of family history. But in reality, often relationships aren’t as perfect as it seems. In “My Last Duchess” by Robert Browning and “Havisham” by Carol Ann Duffy, relationships, mainly marriage, are a destructive force. While in “La Belle Dame Merci” and “Sonnet 116” by William Shakespeare, love is only found within dreams.
...gether, like Romeo and Juliette, therefore this lone suicide by Lady Macbeth exemplifies how love is absent in this relationship.
The knight consciously decides to hold on to this love in the form of the spiritualized and herein he gives up this love in the temporal world (44). Only to then, resign himself to this fact and living with the pain
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.