Silently, into the night I go,
Into the starry night, of heavenly blue
What matters, where the road may lead?
If I may come again at last, to you.
-Into the night
I lifted my head, peering through my swollen eyes towards a hazy silhouette in the rain. A beautiful sound, muffled by the rain, slowly carried its way to my ears…
Come, all forsaken, and morn you with me
Who speaks of false love? Mine's falser than she
Let love no more possess in bower or close,
It comes to bud, but soon it withers and fades,
Ere it be a Rose.
Thou fair and false, I die with thy wound.
For thou has lost the truest love, that goes upon the ground
She false was born to be and I, to die for love
Write on my tomb, this my farewell
In love I was true.
Tavon?... a familiar male voice circled its way closer to me on the breath of the wind. This song…this song was performed in memoriam during the first funeral I had ever performed…I rose, craning my head to look at the night sky. I could almost see the cock of a head that I so longed to see again.
I smiled. This must be a way of him letting me know its alright…he's okay. The smile spread, until I was almost shaking with laughter. Laughter that had not uttered my lips for years.
This is Tavon's way of telling me its alright…my time has come to, its just taken me too long to realize it. I drew a small dagger from its pouch…
"I have searched everywhere for you, my dear, all throughout the kingdom! I had never even bothered to consider that one of such compassion as you could pass on. You're tune has given me the strength to accept this, and I humbly wish that I may finally find wherever you have gone!" I cried out as my dagger struck me, and fell at peace onto the cobblestones.
A young man walked up to the emotionless priest, shaking his head. "Dear me, this won't do at all…", he grimaced, shaking the wet mop of white hair out of his eyes. "She seems familiar, yet…", he pushed his glasses closer to his eyes, staring at the resting priestess.
"What are you looking at there, Tavon my boy?" A portly gentleman appeared at the young man's side. "Whooee, look at that one! Shame she had to die so young, eh?" He turned to Tavon.
"She…I don't know, sir, she looks exactly like the woman who's been haunting my dreams…I can't put my finger on it, but I must have known her at a point in time…" Tavon struggled inwardly as he continued to stare. "If only…if only I hadn't lost my memory…I might be able to tell who she was…"
"Well, she must've not been too important if you can't remember who she was. Leave her be, Tavon, we've still got a lot of work to do." The gentleman helped a reluctant Tavon back up, and silhouetted once more against the rain, they left.
Meanwhile, a cold girl lay resting on the cobblestone in a sea of red, her face an eternal smile as she hoped to be reunited with a memory once again.
Fin