A Quest

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I turned to see his face. His features were not perfect, I admit. But they all fell together so perfectly – those warm and inviting chocolate brown eyes, carved just deep enough for his thick lashes to appear as just the right length, those cheeks, soft yet rough and virile, and those lips - soft and dominating. Those lips that twitch slightly to the left every-time he smiles that wickedly charming smile. It was impossible for me not to love that face. Why, you ask. Because I knew it so well. It was, perhaps, the only thing I was sure of in my chaotic life, the Northern Star to my lost and wrecked bark. Then I looked into his eyes and saw his shattered spirit. I looked into his eyes and saw his aching soul. It was then that I realized his flame would die anytime if I didn’t fuel it soon.

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Never Again

Redeemed

She falls to the ground

With hands stretched out,

Her frail body shaking,

Quivering.

She falls to the ground

With bloodshot eyes,

Her condemned spirit waning,

Lingering.

She looks up from the ground

To meet the eyes of the man,

And whispers faintly,

“Mercy.”

He looks down to the ground

To meet the eyes of the woman,

And cries out loud,

“Redemption.”