A/N: This was kind of a hard one to write for me. I purposely wrote this to be somewhat ambiguous. Warning for character death.
Stirring of the Wind
Can you feel the stirring of the wind?
The years fly by on the summer breeze,
And the winter gale.
We are getting older.
There is no denying it anymore.
Where did our energy go?
It disappeared with our youth.
It's getting harder to do what we did so well before.
Our dying day, which used to seem so far,
It's right around the bend.
I can almost feel it.
Getting older never seemed so scary before.
I'm not ready to leave this life yet,
Or more so, I am not ready to leave you behind.
You've always been the first one to go into the unknown,
Now all you can do is hold my hand till I am too weak to resist the pull of such a pure light.
The clock is ticking,
In perfect rhythm with my heart.
My breathing slows,
My hand raises to wipe your tears,
I want to tell you that this won't be the last time we meet.
Our souls will be together soon.
I'll wait for that day.
As my vision fades to black,
The last thing I see is your face.
And as I slip away,
...I am happy.
A/N: Good, bad?