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Prose Challenge of the Week #43: Your fiancée/fiancé murdered you to marry your enemy. You're a poltergeist or ghost in their honeymoon suite on their first night. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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FutureDreaming

Thus we Fall

Where the world is quiet,

Where I'd hoped I'd never go.

Where the ground is silent,

Where I live below.

The wanderers, the lost,

Stay with me if you may,

For in time, we will forget,

The tragedy that day.

For I wish upon my grave,

For I wish it were not true,

Come home, come home, come back to me,

I wish to be with you.

But I can't.

I can never go home,

Yet I can never leave.

Where be the heart,

Where be those who grieve?

So I close the curtains,

I hide out of sight,

You wait for my enemy,

I wait for what's right.

Though fire and brimstone may wait down below,

Just know that I loved you short while ago.

Yet obviously you did not love me.

Left without choice,

For I'm all alone.

Deprived of my voice,

A woman of stone.

I light the fire,

I make it spread,

Rise higher and higher,

O'er my enemies' bed.

Vengeance may be my sweet fruit from Hell,

Yet I shall have comfort to know where you dwell.

In the fields of the lost, the tortured, the damned,

If only you'd loved me, I'd give you a hand.

But my enemy was worth more to you,

And now you know,

Enemies can be made anew...

Thus we fall together.