Hands Clasped

Hands clasped, part of the secret embrace they hold and treasure. Whilst water crashes in the background, very much like the love they share that is so in danger of falling, and crashing. But, just like the waterfall, it is a thing of beauty.

The stony bridge beneath them, so much like the love they share- firm, and true, and will hold for many years to come.

But there are the shadows, the dark ones who reach out to prevent their ever-lasting peace and tranquil love. The shadows, dark, dark, deep and darker by the moment. The dead that haunt them, crowding them and surrounding them, so much like the trees with branches like scraping claws...

But there is, whether or not they can see it, some light and good in this world, and an ever-lasting green that will forever shine upon them, the warm greeting of the lords who wait patiently for their arrival.

So slow, so slow, the sadness and the rift between them appears and deepens.
So softly the words whisper to her ears, barely touching them- you must go. We will not meet again. Adieu, my shining star.
Adieu. Do you know the meaning of Adieu, reader? It means Farewell. Farewell is not the words you would wish to hear from your love, the words you want are along the lines of how much they love you, of how they would so wish to meet you again.

Lean in for a final kiss, leave it at that.

Adieu, my friend. Adieu.