As the world turns to it's ashen fate

by Phlegethorn Space

The discarnate soul of a deceased human being or animal still occupying the physical realm. These spirits may or may not know that they are dead. They can also be called forth, in this case, by a girl calling to someone she loved. A continuation to A Penny for a Kiss.

As the world turns to ash (Half way to the ege of fate)

She ignores him,
He calls to her again,
She still ignores him,
He calls her name,
She can't even hear him,
All she can hear is the harsh wind.

He walks to her,
She stands on top of the hill.
He beckons for her,
She watches the sun set and the snow fall,
He offered her his coat,
She shivers as her dress billows around her.

He wraps his arms around her, embracing her,
She cries, watching as his blood descends to the frozen ground,
He gently raises a hand, stroking it through her hair,
She allows only tears to break though her mask of indifference.

He holds her face between his hands,
She screams as the feeling of powerlessness washes through her fragile form,
He takes her hand, attempting to pull her away,
She stands rooted on spot,
He asks her what's wrong.
She watches as the world around her begins to fall to ash.

Slowly, far too slowly, the vision vanishes,
She turns, and walks away,
the path under her feet guides her steps,
She refuses to look where she's going.

She turns around once more in farewell,
He sees her wave to him,
And yet all she sees
Is the gravestone on the hill.