Pearls of the Forgotten small others insist it was only

others insist it was only the poison working its way through

it entangles the soul

gives just enough to define the shape and no more

Their fingers linger there for a moment after fastening it

I gather their whispers

Pearls of the Forgotten small others insist it was onlyOnce, in the shadowed halls of an ancient manor, a lady of great grace and mystery wore a bracelet, its delicate pearls strung together like whispers of the past. These pearls, however, were not of the earththey were harvested from the tears of lost souls, kept alive by forgotten promises and untold secrets. The lady, who had once been a princess, had fallen out of favour with the court, cast aside like a mere memory. The pearls she wore, once a