The girl looks into her shattered mirror

Her face is distorted

Her eyes are red

Pieces of her face are gone

Fallen to the floor at her feet

In a pool of glass

 

She holds a shard of glass in her hand

The glass bites into her palm

Blood runs down her hand

Dripping onto the white carpet

Her wrists bleed

 

The girl stares at her distorted figure

Her eyes seem to have emptied

Used to, she thought they held light

Held a glimpse of her soul

And now

They're void

And hollow, as if her soul ran away into the night.

 

A cold breeze tickles the girls neck

She doesn't turn

The girl tried to recall her dreams

It felt so real, but she knew it couldn't have been

She had been laying in the floor

Crying after her Dad had stormed away

In a drunk rage

 

And then, there was a hooded figure

Crouched in front of her

And he spoke into her mind

She remembered falling asleep in bed

He watched over her

With the promise of returning in the night

 

The girl feels another cold chill

Another breeze

The girl stiffens

Realizing she had never opened her window

 

The girl slowly turns

And expecting to scream

She doesn't

Her racing heart calms when she sees

The hooded figure

From her dream

Or, maybe it wasn't a dream

 

You're real

The girl whispers softly

As real as you think

Death again has the urge to smile

 

The girl drops the glass

It clinks at her feet

She moves her hands behind her back

Subtly trying to hide the blood

 

Who are you?

She whispers

Her eyes staring at the hood

Where his face should be

But isn't

 

You ask

Yet in your heart you know.

You call to me in your sleep

In your dreams

I hear every silent scream

Though no one else may see your pain

I hear it

I feel it

I am Death

Yet this, you already did know

 

The girl is not surprised

She feels no fear

She recognizes the Dark Angel

From her visions

She had pictured him

Transporting her away

To another place

He was comforting

Not terrifying

Like everyone made her to believe

When she was a child

Who dreamed of ridiculous

And fantastic things.

 

Tell me your name

Deaths whisper is raspy

And sweet

Not scary like some might believe

But gentle

Friendlly

Sara, Sara Ray

Tell me Death, are you here to take me away?

 Sara felt no fear

Relief coursed through her veins

 

 

It is not your time

But on this night, I swear an oath

I swear that

I will return when you call 

And I will stay until the morning sun does rise

And if needed I will come to you in the Day

I am your comforter

I will help you through this life

Until I carry you into the next.

Deaths voice is solemn and deep

Holding nothing but honesty

Sara watches Death

With a great curiosity and wonder

 

 

Stay and talk to me

Sara whispers

Her eyes betraying her, showing her desperation and hope

Death nods his head ever so slightly

And Sara points to her window

Follow me

She says gently