I take a walk through the graveyard,
In the middle of the night,
I walk alone in spite,
In spite of my horrid fear,
Fear of the dark,
Fear of my mind,
Of what goes on inside,
But I keep on going,
Keep on passing the tombstone,
Trying to read them in the dim moonlight,
Then I feel a tingle go down my spine,
My senses alert,
My heart beats fast,
My mind racing,
What is it?
I turn around,
Something that I had not noticed as I passed before,
A giant statue of an angel with it's eyes lit in the moon's glare,
I hear a silent whisper,
Inside my left ear,
"I'm near,
I'm close,
My sweet,
My darling,"
I feel a glimpse of a lost lover's kiss,
On my cheek,
"I know my love,"
I tell him,
"I know that you are here,
Come closer to me,
Fill my heart once again with your desire,
Please I beg of you my love.
I need to feel your presence,
To know that mine still hums."
I sob to him another thought,
"Why can't you take me with?"
I ask,
"Why can't we be one again?"
I weep,
He whispers once more,
"My sweet, I cannot,
It is not your time,
Not quite yet."
I tell him back,
"My love,
My soul,
I am nothing without you but an empty shell,
an aching heart.
I have only one option,
My love,
My soul."
My nose runs,
Tears streaming down my face,
He asks me what my option is.
"I must rid my soul of this body,
This material being."
The whisper in silence became a roar of the wind,
"NO!"
But it was too late,
A loud shot hung in the deathly silence,
Then the sound of a collapse of a corpse,
Of the freshly dead.
