Israel

*He falls to his knees and bow* there is life left after all, but without you I’m ash as true as my word, and I have burned.

With every word I’ve won, my sanctuary enamored with loneliness, then this breach of the sun in your eyes, and I’m done.

*She takes his head in her hands and tilted hers*

The widows love cannot compare, the sorrow that you impress…and the life you’ve led lay hold of me, and seems your steady digress. Would you keep me for every word you give, love me for every song you lyre? Is there century’s left for us, and will passion be there to greet my every want? *She knelt with him and hovered* can you offer me all of you, and promise me more of your love should it be true?

*He begged while his eyes narrowed* all that I am is yours including my love, and what is left of me then is done, everything you need. *She lowers her head and a small smile touched her lips* then indulge me with your kiss and later with your blood, be my slave and my sufferance of this world. Beg forever that my heart will not break. For my vengeance is clean and brutal, and everything you know of me that’s soft turns to stone”.

The moon’s egress complicated his mood, and he fell his head as he walked the dusky night. He left behind his mistress and his revival, considering its move for his survival. (italic) Depending on another to give me a reason, a reason to live.(end italic) Shocking to his youth and the young man he once was, but nonetheless necessary. The beast must survive or he would become that shriveled thing of his soul.

*He turned his head toward the summons of the dawn, and through it’s faint was her voice, calling his name.

(bold) Israel…