Everything Fades.

Our story may end well.
Even now, there is still a
Flicker of hope, like a candle in a storm.
One day, I may be saved.
One day, I may see you face-to-face.
Then I will tell you-
I will tell you the whole of my heart.
I ache for you..
I scratch out words for you: "My dearest,
Love, Longing..." But these words
Are worn and tattered, used in a
Thousand trite Valentine's cards.
How can I tell our story?
What words can truly speak of that bliss?
I am so weary; my strength fades.
I have no words to tell you how I crave
Your touch, voice, even the trusting look in
Your eyes..
But there is another possible ending.
Perhaps I have already glimpsed it.
But you must listen,
While I can still form these labored words..
Everything fades.
Everything is leaving me..
Everything fades into mist..
My story must end soon, my Demon Master is
Closer. But your story must continue,
And your path must be paved with every joy.