Shall it forever be the rap, rap, rap of the broken crow? Thou listens, and thou hears, but forever will it be of a different origin? The crow, manifestations of manifestations, croon through the darkness, searching and searching for the forever light that will once more dispel the most condemned connotations to its being. For the crow that raps, raps, raps is but a nuisance, an abomination to society and an unhealthy gist to the world.
And as the crow rap, rap, raps upon the broken door to the abandoned house, the vulnerable maiden strolls through. Animal and maiden amongst the broken foliage. As the maiden moves forward, her skin unblemished by contamination, her eyes milky white, blind to the world's ignorance. She moves forward, a grace invoking enviousness amongst the angels of heavens, for can such a mortal be as beautiful? Can such a mortal be as pure?
The bundle of ruffled figures, harking to the world and spitting upon the world for how it is, turn to the maiden and the rap, rap, raps cease. "Is it thee?" the crow emits, unsure, but quiet.
"Forever shall it not be," the broken maiden emits, her beauty now strangely paired with the sadness that pours upon her face. Thee, blinded by the Gods, cursed by the Heavens, thee of such purity...did speakest.
"Melisande, thee as beautiful as ever."
The ravenous crow of demons emitted, perching upon the broken cross that laid across the holy well. Crow of crows, forever was not a crow, but a man that thee did remember. "Thine eyes forever shall not forget the beauty that is thee."
"Who is thou that speakest to my heart? Love, love for the world does not exist, for beauty does not exist. Shall this blind maiden truly listen to the words of a stranger? Show thee! Dost desire something more, what shall it be, cursed-"
"-Love of stars, love of the world. Shall it be? Melisande, blinded. Gods have cursed thee? Thine heart spits upon the Gods!"
The ruffled and bloodied crow crooned, a voice of royalty truly emitting now, and not of an animal spirit. For it was foretold, after the unmistakable collaboration of love between him - Royal of royals destined for another, and this maiden amongst the gardens, it was banished and disgraced, cursing thy last gentleman of the world and last maiden into an eternal oblivion of never finding one another, while casting immortality.
Melisande, maiden of the waters, maiden of the last society, soon felt her heart flutter. The voice that emitted came through, even from the animal, and she felt it so true and so unbelievably strong that, although the Gods have struck thine eyes with the cursed needles of the Fates, and have thrown away all hopes of civilian continuity of life, Melisande could see him.
Not as the cursed crow that rap, rap, raps...but the love that thine heart and thine body searched for a thousand years in the cursed immortality.
And as the connection establishes, the crow felt her eyes pierced into the darkest caverns of his secrets and soul, obliterating all the heartache that built within in his loneliness and parting from his soulmate. Thine crow of ours, the one that rap, rap, raps, flew towards her and soon, the bonds that have been placed by the envious and atrocious Gods dispersed, the arms of Adam engulfing the frailty that is Eve.
Rap, rap, raps, do the crow make - and search did the maiden of blindness pursue. But forever, do they hold each other, for a thousand years without one another, they have found each other.
Through the darkness, through the heavens, through right and wrong, shall the bonds continue to persist until a stronger force, one that has never been forgotten all these years, prevail and eliminate the deadening of it all. And in this, the seeds of life are planted...
And forever shall Adam and Eve, who left the Tree of Temptation, to be with the Tree of Destiny.
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