I sit there

by a lake,

waiting for the angel of death,

for yet a second time.

She will no longer show me any mercy.

I've escaped my fate too many times.

Forgive me my love,

for not giving you a proper goodbye.

I sit here,

and wait.

I dare not shed a tear,

for I dread having my love see me in a way

that will cause her soul to shatter.

Hours creep by,

slower than snails.

The moon glows fully on the lake.

Then

I see her,

floating on the lake,

over the moon's colorful shadow.

She walks over the water,

as though it were as firm as dried desert soil.

Her eyes,

scarlet red,

feed upon my flesh,

her skin,

paler than the moon.

She is robed in a dress that blends with her hair,

both a beautiful black,

that reaches beyond the darkness of a new moon sky.

She reaches out to me with long bone fingers.

I accept her hand,

mine now trembling and tears flowing like rivers.

I begin to fall asleep in her arms.

Then

I hear a cry from where I'd been waiting.

My eyes open and slide to where the screams came from.

I see my love,

begging me to come back.

The pain in her voice breaks me.

I begin to fight with all my strength,

begging to be returned to the one person I care about.

I am refused.

I scream for my life back.

The angel loses her patience.

She throws me to the ground.

I scramble to my feet and run to my precious.

I suddenly stop,

not having any control over my body,

as though I were a puppet.

The angel stands before me,

now raising an axe I hadn't noticed before.

I hear my jewel screaming in agony.

The tears flow now like they never had before,

like raging currents.

I tell her not to worry.

One day I shall see her again.

I smile weakly at her,then look away

before she can see the fear my eyes pour out.

I return my gaze to my executioner.

The axe strikes me.

I feel nothing but darkness.

Forgive me, love...