Something red, pointed, pinned, pinpointed.
Eternity fell first, her Apocalypse overdo.
Felicity's weeping Adagio, slowed, till it stopped.
Prosperity stood there, satisfied, glowing from within, like a proud parent. She was always there for them, ALWAYS, even now. Her love dressed in the darkest of clothes. It was a tough decision, but weren't they in better places now? Both, finally stepping-up to their namesakes.
The Devil's trill was never really the work of the Devil, was it?
Eternity fell first, her Apocalypse overdo.
Felicity's weeping Adagio, slowed, till it stopped.
Prosperity stood there, satisfied, glowing from within, like a proud parent. She was always there for them, ALWAYS, even now. Her love dressed in the darkest of clothes. It was a tough decision, but weren't they in better places now? Both, finally stepping-up to their namesakes.
The Devil's trill was never really the work of the Devil, was it?
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