There laid a mask hidden behind his alluring tone, his inflection swooned as he conveyed his claim and never faltered his rule. Each step cascading down the walkway to his realm there laid more masks that were never mentioned but just buried away for her to find and leave behind. Buried down, bounded and strapped onto a beautiful blinded mess for only he knew his lies would only crack the surface but never reach the depths of her beautiful elegance. Though blinded, she would be able to see the chaos that reaches far beyond what he could see, for a mask can only cover so much, till time withers away the façade and his weaknesses began to surface above. For it was a beautiful day of convenience filled with joy and gracious hope that the masks settled to only reveal the fate of two blinded and masked lovers hidden from each other as she returned to her realm as he was buried down, bounded and strapped onto a beautiful blinded mess.
Its is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages. – Friedrich Nietzche
Ford Maddox Brown: Romeo et Juliette 1870
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