It's time...
--what's the matter, what's wrong my
child?--
a voice echoed through the dark...
--Tell me the truth, what's happening?
Am I dreaming?--
--No--laughed the shadowed
figure--Not dreaming--
--I thought I'd have more time,
I don't get it--
--Your time has come to
take a walk with me...don't be afraid,
you're not the first, and you're definitely
not the last...you knew this what was coming--
--You're Death, aren't you?--
--Indeed, I am...and it's time for our walk...
have no fear child...he's waiting for
you. He's been waiting, and watching...
ever since...--
--He is...? After so many years, I thought he
would have...--
--Everyday he asks about you...and
I always tell him the same thing...
"He still has time..."--
--...I don't know what to say...--
--Take my hand, we can talk on the way--
I walked without hesitation into the unknown...
I knew what was waiting for me...
An eternity
with him...with my love.
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