Bath Of Blood And The Master Of Death Poem by Ellias Anderson Jr.
Bath Of Blood And The Master Of Death
O' my lord, tonight is the wedding of king's son
Don't you like to make their life done?
Lord was standing in front of his magnificent window and look at the yard
He replied with no sense: Yes my loyal servant, go and take their wedding's card
This castle owe to the master of death
Who had no feeling since an unknown time, he hate the lovers breath
He just was the killer of love and all the lovers
He would find a tiny love from a tinier cover
He talked with hate, he was a forgotten face
Until he had lost his love in a race!
He killed the lovers, and then makes a bath of blood
But still he cries for his loosen bud
His last lovers were the noble couple, the son of King
Lord wanted to kill them, and melt their golden ring!
With two eyes full of fear
That loyal servant came back ….he was wet with his tear
He had the son of king with that noble daughter
Lord laughed sinisterly, he had a horrific cutter!
The lord of story went closer to those poor creatures
Who wanted to get married in the future? ! !
But …..His heart moves…suddenly….he remember his old days..
When he held the hands of his old love and walk near their lovely bay..
He let them go, but he had no choice for himself at all,
He put that knife in his heart, the lord's fall!
He felt down in his own blood……
The Master of forgotten love was died!
Wonderful tragic story... keep up the good work Ellias! Terry
Love the story, it's cool story thanks for inviting..i would like to add some story from your description ]] A lord with stone heart will return to his lovely days and... with blood smearing on his chest, the king son n the noble daughter run and people come as the servant tell everyone about losing the lord from their arms They witnessing the sacrifice of self to not hurt people anymore to encourage love to live people cry and send their forgiveness and swipe the crimson flood from his heart with hands trying to seal their loves with thousands of forgiveness and the scar healed my magical touches return again from face smiled to everyone, he said...your loves stitch my wound and restore my strength thanks for everyone who lend me theirs, he wakes up and announce for a day, to celebrate love love for each other, among older to younger, parents to children, among lovers and friends, each others as long as the love involved in one party every year...Now after master of death was dead he reincarnate to be master of love when forgiveness and love bath him deeply in soul...how is it? _Unwritten Soul
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4/18/2024 8:18:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Poignant and tragic of story of love and death. Love stolen from us in life come back to haunt us and the thieves who stole them.