Phlegethon - stream of fire

 Isn't it beautiful to give birth to a life from the inside of life ,

 The miraculous thought which become a reality.

 

THE STORY STARTED WHEN SHE WAS BORN...

The little weakling  with wobbly legs 

Crawling on the floor like a bug 

Discarded like the garbage  at other's disposal.

She fell from the heaven with a black cloak on,

 She, who doesn't shines brightly but was dazzling in the dark .

Fighting for survival where weaks are nowhere to be found.

She was surrounded with fire but not even a a single strand of her hair burned 

Powerful yet mysterious,

Strange but overwhelming ,

Flames decorating hairs like jewels ,

Beautiful to unreality ,

Not like the one burned in my mind stayed in my mouth .

She never liked death, blood and whatnot but similarly did not fear them .

EVEN WHEN THE DRAGONS BOWED TO HER SHE FELL FOR THE PERSON WITH SHAKY HEART...

The world has kissed her soul with pain ,

A long unplayed song left to be tuned 

Asking for its return through backdoor .

The heart was too small to carry all other stones ,

She kept  him dear to her even it means choosing abyss  instead of run .

Pierced with swords from her love 

The walk she had did not lasted long ,

Every single drop of her blood brought the disaster .

REGRET.. .

Deep down the sea you'll find many things 

However ,the urge to find her was incomparable .

They drugged her but she wasn't fuzzy at all, 

however made her more sober...

The long awaited journey ended for her 

Died at the hands of the person she loved the most .

When the regret call upon his name he was too late .

He held the cold icey body in his arms,

And just watched her death.

HE CAME TOO LATE TO HIS SENSES AND WATCHED HER BELOVED DIED . 

~DIVINE✨