Author's Note: Good Evening to all of my fellow authors and my beloved fans. This is a poem that will not quit haunting my mind for the moment. I shall of course continue with The Heartbreak of Salvation and The Price of Retribution in the near future. Unfortunately Faith and Hope have ran off with my angelic and demonic muse that enlightens me with fresh ideas. They left a note saying that they went to Las Vegas for some fun and would return as soon as they run out of money. That shouldn't be too long since they were broke when they left. Wait what is this that I hear? They have returned and apologized for their rude behavior. Please forgive them but they are my creations so instead I should be asking for your forgiveness. I hope this little segment brought you all some amusment.

Yours Truly,

Hope Corven

Sarah's Thoughts of Love and Fate

By Hope Corven

A black bird haunts my dreams.

Over and over it shows me visions of a soul's last moments as if the spirit calls to me from the grave.

It harkens for me to be its guide in a hopeless world.

Now the bird calls to me in the daylight. It is always watching me and waiting for me to let it take control.

Why am I the only one it haunts? What does it want with me?

What is the crow doing in my room?

Who has come to take away my sanity?

Whom is this stranger that struggles to climb up onto the dock from the murky waters of his dark grave?

Why am I helping him into my car and driving him to my home?

Whom is this stranger that stumbles into my room and collapses on the floor?

Why does his face seem so familiar and yet so strange?

Why does my heart flutter as I watch him sleep a death-like sleep?

Why do I feel so drawn to him? Is he the man that has been haunting my dreams?

Why am I lying next to him in a lovers poise?

Why am I brushing the dirt of his hand?

Is he about to wake up or is it just my imagination?

My heart goes out to him in such a deep way.

I want to banish all of his pain and sorrows.

I want to surround him with only sweet dreams and peace.

Yet I know that can never be since I live in the Realm of the Living while he belongs in the Land of the Dead.

Why has Fate and Love cursed me in such a manner?