Anton in the World...

A continuation of Anton Falls

Adora sat upon a throne

Of skulls and broken bones.

Her head was in her hands

And she was sobbing.

"Please don't cry."

Anton spoke gently,

Not sure if she could hear him.

He was so far away.

Adora lifted her head

And smiled weakly.

"It is too late for me."

She sniffled.

"Go, Anton, 

If you still can."

Anton shook his head.

"No,

"I will not go."

He looked on at the lake

Of fire and death

And took one step into it.

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Ah... very touching write. I know couples as tight as this.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

cleverly written .. i enjoyed it ... a bit mysterious ... nice writing ~!

chloe

[DevinPerkins]

Very well done, good sir. Your writing seems significant, and it's wonderful.

[Elissa; the genuine art..]

It sounds like Adora has been condemned to hell.
Anton remains loyal, which makes this written quite a heartthrob.
Great imagery;
"Adora sat upon a throne
Of skulls and broken bones.
Her head was in her hands
And she was sobbing."

Keep up the great work!
This write is very alluring and well written.

-Elissa!