Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Burghers of Calais, London

A cold breeze whistled through the castle doors, ruffling the curtains and whipping her hair.  Goose bumps crept enticingly across her flesh as the stillness washed over her.  Her maniacal laugh echoed around the hall, resonant with her jubilation; this was the moment; she had won!

Encased in bronze her enemy was now frozen in time, unbreakable tears clinging to his metallic face.  His head in his hands as he accepted his fate; his true love will never be in his arms again.  The battle was over; she had won.

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