It was her all powerful hatred that bound him to her. Feeling too powerless to move, to think, to breathe.
His heart was crushed and she sold his soul down the river.
A woman so full of hate can never break the real truth of love.
Of course she did not understand why all her evilness did not conquer…
You cannot conquer love.
You may tire it,
You may hold it captive… For a little time
But good will always triumph over evil.
Dreams and hopes are what keep good going when all seems to be lost and evil seems to triumph.
– I have more of this story, should I blog more?