Death is my favored companion
He will never leave me.
Nor will I leave him.
Death is a jealous being.
He whispers so softly
Too softly for mortals to hear.
Loud enough to mock my fears.
Life is so far away.
Because Death is so jealous.
He will have me forever.
I could fight it.
But he is all I know.
How can I journey alone?
Life is so beautiful and so fragile
Just a dream that ends,
Before the dreamer could know what it was.
She came to me once in the form of a woman.
I felt the softest of touches from her.
And I wished that time could freeze for that moment.
It was futile and foolish I knew to wish
But by all that is holy
I wanted it to be true.
The mortal woman understood me so well.
And yet could not.
She knew my desires and the sadness that stole my soul.
However I will never know if she saw Death beside me.
Did she scream?
How much pain burned through her soul?
When her soul was used as fuel for destruction,
Will it now cry with torment for all eternity?
Those thoughts burned through my mind.
I could not escape them.
I could not flee from those mortal emotions.
I am Endless and yet
My stomach swam with nausea
As I began to scream and laugh.
With a maniacal intensity,
That I have never known until that moment.
I cannot have Life.
I am not allowed that privilege.
And so I will have Destruction.
And Death shall be my guide.
I will walk with them forever.