"From what hell did you spawn?
You! Beast of the night.
You lurk in the outer-recesses of the shadows,
always just at the edge of my sight.
Tell me, monster,
speak clearly through the chilling air.
What summons calls you to haunt,
to fill the night with despair?"
Un-shattered and smooth like glass.
I walk quickly now,
deeply fearing the power the monstrosity has.
What possesses these trees?
What dark force may inhabit them?
In my nightmares, I foresaw such a scene.
A cursed root catches my hem.
A scream rings out as I collapse.
Mine? The Beasts? A poor soul already caught?
Is this my end?
Was my life all for not?
I bring my hands up in defense,
but no one,nothing descends upon me.
I turn my gaze up,
nothing but sky and tree.
A deep breath in steels my nerves,
and I lie on the forest floor.
My heart beat slows,
slows, and slows once more.
How sweet to die in a beautiful scene,
among the stars and nothing.
Nothing. Nothing. I am.
"I am dying."
Whispered with a smile.
A blissful breath of relief.
Not one more day on this Earth.
Not one more day of grief.
I sink into cold,
Not one more word.
Not one more sound.