Welcome back, fellow writers!
Today, I’ve got a wonderfully dramatic writing prompt for you — and, as promised, I’ll be sharing my own response too. I said I’d do it one day… and that day has come!
You killed to hold my hand. She killed me to hold yours.
A little more intense than usual, I know — but I figured it was time for something romantic… or, well, not so romantic.
Now here is my take on the prompt!
Hold my hand
Fingers curled around my hand
like ivy clings to a wall,
blood trapped beneath his fingernails,
under the weight of his knife
graves laid rest.
Was but a flame lighting a candle
before the curtain caught alight;
my chainmail prince's deeds
of stealing the king's crown jewel finally
ended - body nothing but a head and stick.
Return the crown, return your heart
keep your neck away from the gallows,
I plead.
Ice cold fingers warmed by my cupping
hands, leave to die of frostbite
or stay to drown in my tears?
Fate chased time around the clock for
too soon a knight stalked from shadow's pillar,
blade reflecting my pale skin. Sword
lifting branches above his figure, last look
alive. Then metal bloomed red from my own chest
before my beloved's hand was weeds in hers
forevermore.
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