Literature
Admittance
“You think you can defy me...”
He turned his head sharply to look her dead in the eyes.
“But I came to you with a purpose,
A purpose that must be fulfilled,
With or without you.”
These words still haunted her mind,
The image of the emotion in his eyes,
She hoped that this purpose would not cause him harm,
Yet she knew as with any tide that in time it would rise.
Her hands started to tangle with strands of her hair,
As she wrung it all in worry,
She had yet to admit it to his face,
But she worried to the extent that her eyesight went blurry.
She released her hair,
Then wiped her face dry,
She would not show such weak