The Fate of the Dead
The vase falls,
It shatters.
Scattering shards of memory.
Eyelids droop.
Life fades.
From the ashes,
Rises his spirit,
Staring at his lonesome grave.
Why?
Why is he not here?
Comfort me.
Please,
Comfort me my dearest dear.
Through the rain, I glimpse his face.
A glimmer of rubies.
A streak of red.
I reach out to him,
Only to have him run through my offered hand.
This, I decide,
As I stare at him, collapsed on my grave,
Tears streaming from eyes of red.
This...
This is the Fate of the Dead
A/N: Satoshi's death, Satoshi's POV, we all know who the redhead is:Winks:
