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In my Castle of Heartache (Single Awareness Day..)
14 years ago
In my Castle of Heartache (Single Awareness Day especial)
By ZuekoWolfenstein
What is true love to you? To some it is the "Adam and Eve" Love Story, A knight to rescue the princess from her tower of imprisonment, or the hero and his Princess that sleeps within the glass of eternal rest. However, what tale can best describe ones heartache or loneliness? Well, let me tell you a tale of such a feeling. It is about a wolf that experienced love, only to end up with heartache and sorrow when his love leaves him. let us begin shall we?
In a reality unlike our own, there is a place with folk that go about their daily lives. Some go to shop for fine items to purchase, some to stroll in the streets, and some to show their love to one another. Yet, there is one among them that has had no such luxury of what they have of such happiness in love, but bears only his pain of heartache of a love long since abandoned. No one bothers to look at him, and no one dares to speak with such a sad noble wolf. His formal love once made him whole, shared his happiness, and enjoyed the entertainment that was brought forth to the town. Yet on one night of his life, his love leaves him for someone else, and leaves him to mourn in his heartache. The townsfolk used to want to be around him no matter what, but now it changed around him. Do they know his pain? Do they know how empty his is like a orange with nothing in it to fill the inside of the husk? Do they truly know his loneliness? No mater where he treads, not even the taverns that he enjoyed, he was left empty handed, and left to his castle of Heartache to shed the tears that hurt him so. On Valentine's Day, his Sorrow, his pain, and his heartache hurt more, like a sledgehammer to a sheet of strained glass for he had no one to share it with, not even the love that he coveted so much to make him joyful once more.
His collection of fine wine harbored no taste for him no more, not even the food can fill his stomach. The warmth of the fire did nothing to warm him only to remind him of his loss. He said to his fire in the fireplace "Oh woe is me, my sorrow is too great. Are there none in this town or in this world that feels how I feel? that shares the very sadness I have this day? Is there one fine princess to walk the halls to make it not empty like my heart is? Oh Fire in my fireplace, please help me find a women to share her love for me, to relieve me of my sorrow, my heartache, and my long enduring loneliness." Yet, the fire did not say anything only the cackling of firewood can be heard leaving him to weep in his pain. His hanky no longer felt soft as a pillow, but felt like sand paper brushing down his muzzle. He put his head on the pillow and cried himself to sleep. Even the day after Valentine's day, he still felt sad, hallow, and mournful as he walked on the streets. The chapel he always when to every Sunday morning could help him. He looked into his mirror talking to his reflection, wishing that he could find love to make him feel whole again, but not even his own reflection could do anything for him but copy his lip movement, the blinking of his eyes, and the breathing of air in the castle. Would the next day be better for him? Could love truly find him in his dire need?
tune in next Valentines day 2015 (I hope >.>)
By ZuekoWolfenstein
What is true love to you? To some it is the "Adam and Eve" Love Story, A knight to rescue the princess from her tower of imprisonment, or the hero and his Princess that sleeps within the glass of eternal rest. However, what tale can best describe ones heartache or loneliness? Well, let me tell you a tale of such a feeling. It is about a wolf that experienced love, only to end up with heartache and sorrow when his love leaves him. let us begin shall we?
In a reality unlike our own, there is a place with folk that go about their daily lives. Some go to shop for fine items to purchase, some to stroll in the streets, and some to show their love to one another. Yet, there is one among them that has had no such luxury of what they have of such happiness in love, but bears only his pain of heartache of a love long since abandoned. No one bothers to look at him, and no one dares to speak with such a sad noble wolf. His formal love once made him whole, shared his happiness, and enjoyed the entertainment that was brought forth to the town. Yet on one night of his life, his love leaves him for someone else, and leaves him to mourn in his heartache. The townsfolk used to want to be around him no matter what, but now it changed around him. Do they know his pain? Do they know how empty his is like a orange with nothing in it to fill the inside of the husk? Do they truly know his loneliness? No mater where he treads, not even the taverns that he enjoyed, he was left empty handed, and left to his castle of Heartache to shed the tears that hurt him so. On Valentine's Day, his Sorrow, his pain, and his heartache hurt more, like a sledgehammer to a sheet of strained glass for he had no one to share it with, not even the love that he coveted so much to make him joyful once more.
His collection of fine wine harbored no taste for him no more, not even the food can fill his stomach. The warmth of the fire did nothing to warm him only to remind him of his loss. He said to his fire in the fireplace "Oh woe is me, my sorrow is too great. Are there none in this town or in this world that feels how I feel? that shares the very sadness I have this day? Is there one fine princess to walk the halls to make it not empty like my heart is? Oh Fire in my fireplace, please help me find a women to share her love for me, to relieve me of my sorrow, my heartache, and my long enduring loneliness." Yet, the fire did not say anything only the cackling of firewood can be heard leaving him to weep in his pain. His hanky no longer felt soft as a pillow, but felt like sand paper brushing down his muzzle. He put his head on the pillow and cried himself to sleep. Even the day after Valentine's day, he still felt sad, hallow, and mournful as he walked on the streets. The chapel he always when to every Sunday morning could help him. He looked into his mirror talking to his reflection, wishing that he could find love to make him feel whole again, but not even his own reflection could do anything for him but copy his lip movement, the blinking of his eyes, and the breathing of air in the castle. Would the next day be better for him? Could love truly find him in his dire need?
tune in next Valentines day 2015 (I hope >.>)
