She fought the good fight

against the shadows.

We were tough but

they were tougher.

Side by side, we

took them down.

One by one, they

fell around

us; but then

they rose again.

We blinked; we were

engulfed in darkness

blinded by black; then

a scream. It was not me.

She fell at my feet

surrounded by red

instead of black.

The shadows parted, having

gotten what they came for.

Crouched; my tears fell

upon her. Broken, my heart

ached as I tried to revive her.

But none but one final

breath was taken as

her life slipped between my fingers.

Heaven will welcome her.