"Sing me a song."


It was an odd request, and the man hesitated, not sure what to do at first.

The woman lying on the bed cranked open an eye and looked at him, "You heard me, sing"

"I don't know what to sing you."

"You've been around a while, I'm sure you can think of something."

The man sat back in his chair, thinking hard as per request.

"Okay" he leaned forward and took her hand, "How 'bout the Beatles?"

"Sure, just make it good, it is my last request and all."

He nodded and, still nervous, started quietly and shakily.

* * * * *

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly"

* * * * *

He stopped, "Go on" she urged.

* * * * *

"All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise."

* * * * *

Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted as she listened.

* * * * *

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see, all your life, you were only waiting
for this moment to be free. Blackbird fly, blackbird fly, into the light of the dark black night."

* * * * *

The sounds in the darkness were acute, the sound of her slow breathing, the steady hum of the electric lamp, sterile
sheets crinkling and the faraway noise of a car horn.

* * * * *

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life, you were only waiting
for this moment to arise."

* * * * *

"Cordelia?"

He whispered again, "Hey, Cor?"

He took one of her hands; long graceful fingers cool against his own icy ones. A long heavy sigh rose from deep
inside, making its way through to resound from his lips.

* * * * *

"You were only waiting for this moment to arise, you were only waiting, for this moment to arise."