I wake from a nightmare
HE is standing there
His ghostly palm outstretched
Glowing, beckoning
"Come with me
Come Kronia, please."
I shake my head
For he is dead
And my glowing ghost,
My deceased love
Slowly fades away
Till I am left alone
"Goodbye."
I whisper
A minute after he departs
And now I know
The pain of a truely broken heart.
