A Lovely Night to Die

It was a lovely night to die.

The mist had enveloped everything in its path

Set forth like a blanket encirciling the graves

Dew clung to the petal of a rose

The startling color of blood against the backdrop of snow.

I knew he would come for me.

I stood looking through the tree branches

Staring at the full moon

as the biting snow floated down

Assaulting my pale skin

I knew he stood there behind me,

Even as I turned.

He was waiting for me

And he would be the last thing I would see

Oh, it was such a lovely night to die.

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~ by wolfangel87 on November 18, 2010.

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