I stood at the edge of my reason, staring deep into the abyss of
oblivion. It looks beautiful, the sparkle of a million stars reflected
in the black mirror.
I stood at the edge of my cemetery, blanketed
in crimson leaves. I could hear the moans of a thousand dead rising on
the wind that shook the trees and shook my soul.
I stood at the
edge of my life, watching it fly past on black gossamer wings, tipped in
the blood of my broken soul. I could not breathe, because of the lack
of air and could not see because of the lack of light. Darkness wrapped
its arms about me and I was swept up in its arms.
I stood at the
edge of forever, praying that I wouldn't fall into the depths of
oblivion. A girl, much like myself, stares back at me, her eyes blacker
than black. I long to touch her, because she seems so much more lovely
on the other side of a black mirror. I touch her face and I die a
little, trying to reach her side of the glass.
And now, I stand
with her on her side and I long to return to the sun and those sparkling
stars that no longer shine. Darkness is a friend, but he is never kind
to those who resist. And I still hear the moan of a thousand dead riding
the screams of the lonesome wind, as she whips through the naked trees
of autumn.
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