Literature
The Half Left Behind in Ghaoil
The Half Left Behind in Ghaoil A bridge cut and burned. One side has collapsed and the other is still suspended. This sacred bridge once joined two kingdoms in the land of Ghaoil. My kingdom is the half left behind; abandoned to burn alone. “My kingdom for my betrothed’s loyalty! I was her greatest ally and confidant. What have I done to deserve ill-treatment of such irrational magnitude from the woman who chose to be my future wife?”, I pledged and I cried words of that ilk, day and night. Everyone in the kingdoms knew my love for the princess was genuine, strong, and freely given. Giving your all to someone special and cherished, only to eventually be regarded as unworthy of their love, affection, admiration, and attention, once the fire wanes; no longer fueling itself. When one side stops fueling it, one cannot keep a fire meant for two alive on their own, so it begins to die... “Being left alone with this dying fire in my heart is nearly chief among the most crushing