Death. How it placed its lips upon me and kissed so deep that my very soul poured out into its shadowed folds. I, all but captive within its placid cocoon, this webbing that bound me against its morbid beauty. I had called this being unto me, sung the sweet melody that slipped the curve upon its ear and carried him towards me. From my lips poured the siren song into the immortal hands of heavens dark lit beauty as diamonds fell from upon my cheeks in accompaniment, as if keeping time within the rhythm of an unseen orchestra that hung mid air about me.
As though separated from my own being, I watched with resigned eyes, deep and dark, while moments spilled past my line of sight. Time leading up until these moments, how each rewrote their presence before me here. This woman whom I hardly recognized any longer, seated before a desk with pen resting gently from hand to paper and as though reading aloud the words that were placed by its tip I heard with eerie remembrance a lasting testimoni