by Francis Jock

Created on: June 26, 2009   Last Updated: July 28, 2009

The soul of me sets,
faded forever into the distance
as she lifts her hazy blue eyes, only for a moment
to return my stare
and impart the hint of a smile.

She was always the mysterious and youthful beauty,
graceful,
silent.
A light not permitted to shine, hidden from sight
Yet seeing through the piercing blue eyes of the wolf.

A dark, unspeakable evil awaits in the darkness,
in silence.
The watch light dims as night fades with the dawn.
Feeding the dreams of night,
And her.

Men are cast down, wandering forever
Upon the earth
Until she finds them
And gathers their troubled souls,
Like mine.

One by one they walk to the gates
of eternity where each must choose.
When there is not choice,
only eternity
accompanied by self,
and her.

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