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Dark Sweet Embrace.
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Book 5 There It was, right there.
Standing there on that dreary shore.
All gloomy and covered in deep shadow.
Flowing over time and sand.
Leaving death and decay in its wake.
It stalked and moved with a predator’s grace.
It was as if this monstrosity knew who I was.
For it avoided everything in its bath with ease.
Yet not one living soul near it winced or paid any head.
Was it the madness? Was I slipping into it?
Could one easily slip into the ecstasy that was madness?
Yet I knew and swore on that it was there.
This deathly creature twisting and moving as if dying.
Making a path to my very self.
I grabbed a near by man as he passed by me and asked him,
‘Do you not see it? The death of our souls making its way near?’
The man looked to where I pointed and stalked off muttering.
Even the man couldn’t see this thing of shadows.
Why was it there?
Could I be the only one to see it?
A shadow over the sand. Moving like death itself.
That’s when I feel its gaze.
Cold as the deep ocean. Filling my soul.
Why was it after me? Why me?
Can’t anyone hear my yells and whimpers?
There isn’t much time. I hade to get away.
I must live till tomorrow, I must!
Before I could even flinch.
Its gloomy shadow form stood before me.
Frozen with fear, I stayed.
Yet I knew courage would move me or my soul soon.
‘You have no dealings with me’ I state.
It moved no further yet seemed to move all around itself.
Was there something in the shadowy form?
I must be going mad with fright.
A light must be found to banish this shade.
Yet how? It was midday and not a cloud in the vast blue.
There it is. This deathly shade before me.
Yet why do I continue to stand and draw breath?
I must be mad. I knew I must have been so to see this.
Why is this happening to me? I can’t die, not now!
There must be some light in the heavens to banish this shadow before me.
Then I see a beauty unlike any before.
A face in silky white skin.
Eyes the color of living trees and grass as green as ever.
Hair as dark as wet earth, long with ages.
A face this beautiful must be a delusion of a madman.
With this face of beauty and life before me.
Cloaked in shade and gloom.
Surrounded by sands of death.
Did it think of me as being mad?
Who or what is this creature?
As if answering my own mental words. A voice in my head goes off.
Whispers of a voice. Neither evil, nor sweet serenity either.
But as if it was not hear now or tomorrow.
It filled my head with images of the Earth itself.
Cascades of endless life and death.
Yet I stood in amazement at what must be happening.
I must be loosing my sanity. Truly I must.
Yet the images I see, feel, and look to real to be fake.
How can this be? How could I be witnessing all this?
How did this come to pass? Where am I? Who am I?
Then as if being struck by a stone’s weight.
I come to the realization: I am neither mad nor insane.
For I must be something much worse.
The realization of it bores into me with truth.
Just as the images of life and death on Earth before my eyes.
For any one person to whiteness these visions.
For any one being to fell this madness.
For any one human to feel alone, such as this.
I am at the river Styx. For I must be dead!
So if this is to be the truth of my sanity.
This being of gloom, shadow, and beauty.
Can be none other then death itself.
For this I know I am forever lost to her embrace.
I fall now with this knowledge filling my brain.
I can not even see the far distant shore.
For what must be the far distant plutonian shore.
I will by my last breath and fall into death.
She as been waiting for me. I know this now.
She was waiting for me to realize. To realize I am dead.
A ghost in life and history.
A shade from yesterday’s time.
A soul in her loving embrace.
In deaths shadowed loving hug.
