As the night darkens the cold breath of death consumes every inch of my soul.
It should be as it is to most men, terrifying.
But I am no longer frightened of death.
For I have become nothing more but an empty shell, a vessel for a soul that has been long defeated.
There is nothing I need to fear for.
I have long forgotten the feelings that once consumed my body, the deep hatred against the one who destroyed them. The overpowering sadness that had filled me to the point of breaking.
All of it has been lost, and have found that I feel nothing.
I feel numb.
I pray for freedom, for the kiss to break this spell that has cursed my soul.
The bars that surround me tremble as a storm approaches
I look to the sky and watch the deep dark clouds flash with white light
The bolts of lightning remind me of the boy, the boy I could not save.
The ones I love that I couldn't save.
As the clouds begin to break the crescent moon shines through the dark clouds,
The moonlight covers my mangled body and as I look to the moon a black owl flies across the beam of light.
Its shadow covers my body; its wings sprawled across my chest.
I watch as it soars across the night sky, fearless. Free.
I rest all my hopes and my soul on the soaring wings of this creature and pray that it finds happiness. Pray that it will remain complete, until one day it finds that happiness.
I am not sure what strength is left in me, what will that binds me here.
All I am certain of is one day I will be free.
Whether it is death that takes me or justice that prevails.
I will fly through the night sky like the black owl through the storm.
I will have absolution.