Patiently awaiting his arrival, I kneeled down behind the oak, hiding within the forest. A letter under my chamber door had notified me of this meeting, on a gloomy night with only the moon to guide me.
A letter that smelled like the black roses I found in the morning, roses that he had left. No one knew of him, not even I, he was but a mystery to be uncovered. Yet, the time had come, he had decided to step forward and show himself. Here I was, awaiting what could change my whole life. The wind had arisen, the earth had taken it’s toll, I was but a mere object waiting to be struck. I felt him close, the attraction of a beast entering the trail of it’s prey. I slowly came out of my hiding place, to notify him of my presence, yet what I saw was absolutely not what I had expected…
She was just standing there, with a sorrowful look upon her face. She looked as if she had lost everything and was ready to perish, to leave the cruel world she had been born in. All the pain, the disfiguring actions commonly given by human hands could show through her eyes.
She came closer, into the moonlight’s forgiving daze her traits could be best describe as sadness incarnated. She laid a trembling hand on my shoulder, and gazed into my eyes. She was pulling my soul, stretching it. Everything I knew was dying in violent convulsions as she scanned my head, and putrefied all the pain I had lived through. The Mistress of the Night knew far too well that the knives in my desk’s drawer had seen more than just the colour of my pale skin. She knew that the stains left on my carpet floor weren’t the only stains that were created. She knew all of this…
She took her other hand and lightly stroke my hair, as blackened tears fell down her cheeks. Her whispers were as deep as the thunder that roared in the distant horizon and they ran me through, brought me to my knees. The low continuation of words I couldn’t even imagine, were all in another language, that yet seemed so familiar. Constancy through the frequencies as her soft voice stroked the scattered memories of my terrifying nights.
She was going forever back into the depths of her nether world…She pressed her cheek against mine, and so softly whispered for the last time as the blackened tears ran down her demolished face : « I turned a forest into a grave. I turned a world into a coffin, but you must not continue the mistakes another had started…I changed your mind into something beautiful, as life, turned my tears into a river of sorrows… »