Reflection
As the last candlelight is snuffed out in the city below, the once remaining vestige of the only good and wholesome thing left in this world drifts slowly into oblivion, leaving me empty and alone once more.
A terrible reminder this memory of mine, of how precious a thing you were and still are in the very pit of my heart.
It eats at me every waking moment, and in my sleep I see fleeting flashes of an angel in all its grace and glory before witnessing its wings become ripped away as tatters by some dark and unseen force.
Imagine my surprise then as I awake in my bed screaming your name, only to realize that it was yet another horrid vision of what had come to pass, and my mind scrambles and races to piece together the last bit of sanity I have remaining.
Climbing from my bed, I slowly steady myself and cautiously tiptoe my way to the mirror on my chamber's wall, near the dark oak chest of drawers that still holds your effects.
As I gaze into it's polished surface, I am unable to recognize the thing staring back at me.
What is this pitiful creature I see before me?
Is it some terrible monster, incapable of anything more than bringing ruin and destruction to all around it?
Or is it simply my own reflection, lifeless and drained of all hope and reason to continue on?
It's impossible for me to know which is the truth, or to discern if there truly is any difference at all, and thus I quickly look away in shame and disgust at what I have become.
If it wasn't for me and my unholy curse, we never would have spent a lifetime apart, we never would have suffered through such a desolate storm, and you never would have been stolen away before your time.
But, it is time now for you to beat your tired fists at the gates of heaven and demand your wings, for you my dear have truly earned them if any have.
I must now find my way through this infinite darkness alone, without my beacon of hope and light that once illuminated this precarious and diminishing path, and seek out the strength and will to carry on in your stead.
Deep inside, I feel the cold and bitter claws of despair and self-loathing gripping tightly at my very soul, dragging me down into a spiral from which there seems to be no escape, no recess, and no hope.
If only you were here to pull me back from the ledge and into the loving embrace I so desperately need and yearn for, maybe then I could somehow reanimate this dry and withered corpse.
Please, dear one, return to this gray and dying world and deliver me from madness.
Please, show me the way so that I may be forever at your side.
Please, Anna, come and take me home.