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The archway leading up to the riverbed still stands ,though the water that once ran below it had dried.Instead of weeds and moss there now lay beds of wild flowers.A summation of soft pinks and blues.He walks along the rocky bed,his footsteps dragging wearily.The path leads to a deserted Church at the end of an equally deserted part of the city.The church yard contained a single tomb that overlooked the town.One must think differently of the tomb but to him is was the most beautiful place on earth.He entered with hesitation .And finally sat down besides the grave that the structure contained.
''I pray for the lost to be found and for a man to meet his wife.For the one who loveth best knows the pain of agony and of loneliness. May this war end as so does the life in me.'' (written on the grave.)
''So pretentious of you Clara.But then you always are.All this drama and a tomb to hold your decaying body.''He laughed.
For a moment he stopped to admire the tiles that contained old myths, painted with blue illustrations.189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTSTlxXJMIn
''Weren't my hands enough to hold you?
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Wasn't I yours ?
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It would have been us,John and Clara,forever.
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Why did you leave?''
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The sound echoed as John threw a stash to letters on the floor.Lighting a matchstick he saw it fall over the papers.Watched it burn.The flames picked at every piece and consumed all of it,the whole .Only leaving a trail of ash behind its furry.''Lilies are your favorite flowers aren't they?''John said placing a decent white bunch over the grave.''They cannot take you away form me.Not anymore.''
He knelt down to kiss the ground beneath the flowers.Then facing the sky he lay there beside his beloved, whispering''Its all right Clara. The wars over.''
The gun was placed at his forehead.He had not hesitated to pull the trigger.He was smiling and tears streamed down the face,as he took his last breath.The blue paintings were now stained with blood.Blood of a man who had loved and lost.The walls shall now hold the body as the red will boldly say the story of destruction.One caused by war.Many stories of which are left unsaid,hidden in the hearts of people who lost the ones they had loved.
Time moves on ,so does this world.No one shall remember Clara and John.Or the ones that were lost.The wars will be fought,guns will shot.Flowers shall bloom.But the lilies at the tomb shall wither and decay.In the churchyard of a forgotten town, of a deserted part of the city.That shall also be forgotten.
From writer: This is a fan fiction is based on the modernized perspective of ''The Lady Of Shallot''.Hope you enjoy.
From writer:bonus song 'I know a place -Conan Gray(cavetown cover).
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