Chosen Darkness

Stepping out of the mist - she emerges;
Cloaked by Darkness and
Guarded by Shadows.

A stoic statue, she hides behind veils of mystery;
To keep from prying eyes, the sweet sorrow which fill her own.

She moves her veil aside,
Eying her reflection in the cold, dark waters.

Staring back at her with doleful eyes is a cadaverous stranger -
Breathing, yet not living.
Alive, yet lifeless.

Black despondency clouds her mind
As she leads herself to her death in the waters.

Moments before her sweet repose, she whispers
"I love you, but I've chosen darkness"