Rivers of gold spill over white sheets
Pools of amethyst shimmer in the moonlight
Over a canvas of ivory lie roses ever red
A kiss for love, a strike for war
Still, wars are fought for but one kiss
And love is found in the hardest strike
LIFE is a war. Your first battle begins the moment you are plunged from the blissful oblivion of your mother's womb into the throes of childbirth. You fight for that single gasp of air that rushes into your tiny lungs to herald you into a boundless war zone.
You did not start the war. You did not wish for the war. You did not sign up for the war. But nevertheless, you are tossed into the rampage, a sol
"I'm taking them away from here, to where they can be safe. Your father will make sure you're safe…"
Despite the painkillers and the sedatives, Isabelle Sterling had heard his voice as clearly as she could ever have had.
"When we are gone, I don't want you to look for us. I don't want you to look for me. Before this started, I thought maybe that we could have a chance to start over, but that's not possible now, Isa. It's not possible because of what you have done to me. You knew what you were leading us into, Isa. We were pawns in your game that you didn't care for. All you cared for was using us to get what you wanted. You destroyed my ho