November (Part 2)
Gathering herself she moved toward the light, yet the sound of her steps the music did fight. Eventually the somber tune made her sway, as she realized her struggle would end on this day. The starkness unexpected in a darkness so deep, a revelation like fog around her did creep. At last from her mind came the words she’d forgot: those things which are be less mighty than things which are not. Now into the shadows she was pulled by a feeling. There she encountered a man quietly kneeling; a young man, a sad man, a knight all-alone, his every feature detailed in eternal, solid stone. How long had he been there? Who could he be? This creature so sad, his spirit longing to be free. As if he could speak, from his cheek a tear fell. Frozen was this man, under a sinister spell. With each and every measure her sympathy grew, and quickly turned to anger which boiled like stew. She searched until a piece of marble she found, then hurled it in the direction of that menacing sound. Heavy though it was, the rock flew through the air, had a trail like a comet and burned like a flare. In a crash it was gone, stained glass fell like rain. The music was no more, nor was the pain. At last came the morning with the sun in the east. The cathedral stood lifeless, a lonely, empty beast. Years came and went with nary a whisper. Today the church lays in ruin, the mist even thicker. Townsfolk returned to spread this glum legend, the tale of two people assailed by the heavens. Let love be their legacy, our reality their trial, their passion so intense, hate they did defile.
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