Death
Slowly and silently – the Angel creeps
Through the dark night - the moonlight not daring to touch it.
Shying away from its presence
Death is a thrilling thing - secretly wreaking havoc on those whom it visits.
It knocked on my door once
I was shaking, I was not ready
I looked at its eyes.
I saw memories of times long past.
The face of he whom I lost from this world.
One who I never dared to replace
Never wishing to forget him
A step back. A step forward.
He looked at me
His dark eyes searching mine
Flitting through my memories
Like a memory itself.
And that's how he convinced me to go without a fuss.
Because there was nothing left for me here in this world.