He's Dieing In Her Arms
Holding him as tight as she can, She feels his life drain away, Slipping through her arms like the last grains of sand pour through the neck of a hourglass.She buries her face beside his and weeps in pain and fear, She stares into his eyes, the dark, matchless eyes.
Her face, tear stained, as she walks away from the lifeless body of him.
Yet, everytime she pictured another face, any face, something was lost, something important was diminished.
He was more than just a face, more than just a soul, but most important of all, he was.
He has done that which he has came to do.
Now, it is time for him to rest and with him, the past will, at last, find peace.
But the world, the world is not saved.....Do not think that, when the fires die and the smoke clears, nothing has changed.
Fear the worst, it's yet to come, upon the night, the days fade away, the world will rule it's self once again...