Phase Three
Alone again, heh. You'd think I'd know better by now...
"No one could ever share his pain, it was only meant for him."
Every rainbow fades. He should've known better. The woman of water had been a succubus. She had wanted to change, wanted to be better, but in the end reality stepped in and her nature took over. She left him bleeding on the side of the path she had made for them. As he thought about how their whole life together had been a God damn lie, he watched as every color of the rainbow faded to black. The verdant field turned barren, butterflies became bats, and he curled up in a ball that never moved. She came back from time to time to torment him.
No longer caring what happened he just lay there unmoving. He finally regained the courage he once had, and summoned all his power. As the rage took him and all the wrath gathered upon his countenance, clouds gathered and a great storm erupted from the sky. Lightning scorched the earth, wind and rain eroded all that there had been. He stood alone in the center, battered by all sides as the storm ripped at him too. The pain triggered more hatred and fed to the storm until everything had finally settled down, and a single snowflake drifted down to land upon him. The sudden cold shook him from unconsciousness, and he stood and watched as the gentle fall covered the land in white powder. He looked down and saw a single clover poke up through the snow, and knew it was time to grow again.
"This is my December, this is my time of the year
This is my December, this is all so clear
This is my December, this is my snow covered home
This is my December, this is me alone
And I just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things I said to make you feel like that
And I just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things I said to you
And I'd give it all away just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away to have someone to come home to"
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