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Fate

Lurking in the shadows
He hears her voice
This divine articulation..whispering..
Whispering his darkest secrets.

How does she know?
Who is this Heavenly creature from the depths of his intimate purgatory?

Keep walking...keep walking�

In the distance he sees it..his secluded sanctuary
Just a few more strides across the snow-laden ground.
He stops, memorizing the intricacies of the landscape,
Breathing in the frigid air.

How does he know?

This Angel on his heels has lost her wings,
The dark cloak she now adorns, filled with his undiscovered transgressions.

How does he know he will never make it out of this frozen abyss?
He will never again grace the steps of his cherished sanctuary,
Never again take in the sight of his beloved.

How does he know this angel of darkness is no friend?
Her voice is so lovely, but her words so fatal.

He feels her presence, growing ever so close to his hardened soul.
Then, suddenly, she passes through him as if a whirlwind enveloped his entire being.

Calm, a tumultuous calm eclipses him.
Is this over? Has he escaped?

With somber eyes he casts his sight towards his sanctuary, but, alas, it is no longer there.
Standing in the abyss, the cold chilling his bones, he sees her, his Reaper, ever so lovely.
He does not shy away, for he knew this day would come.
With open arms and a hardened heart he embraces Fate, and she welcomes him.