End of All Things
by Chione

Darkness fell as water dripped from the trees.
Twilight gave way to night as the moon perched overhead
And silence echoed throughout the forest,
On the darkest night of the year.
The stars shed their tears through clouds of mist and fog,
Visible only to immortal souls.
Air stilled in the shadows,
Falling heavily at the stroke of midnight.

All the creatures of the woods had fled,
Except a lonely wolf by the edge of the lake.
Its fluffy tail stood tall and proud,
Arching above him as his tongue lapped the water.
With fur of silvery white,
The wolf shone brighter than the stars.
An aura of grace and power emanated about him.
His eyes were black as the midnight sky
And reflected in them all the ages of man.

Won't you play with me?
Asked a tiny voice in the silence,
A thin and hollow sound that flowed through the forest.
Small and rosy lips pouted in the long night's shadows,
And the young woman,
Who spoke with a child-like innocence and a gleam in her dark eyes,
Approached the White Wolf.
She stroked his fur with her tiny hands
And knelt by his side in the clearing.

I'm lonely, please come and play with me.
She turned his head in her hands, staring into his black eyes.
The wolf sniffed her hands,
And her hair and her dress,
For a glimpse of who she might be.
There was no smell, but a warning,
Of those who fell from the sky.
Though her face was kind and naive,
The shadows in her eyes were timeless and deep.

Her smile faltered for a moment,
Brief and quick to pass,
But the wolf saw her loneliness as he pulled his head from her grasp.
Child, you're a demon, an angel of the skies, who fell to the earth for a reason.
So I cannot play with you,
A thing I much regret.
Even angels make mistakes,
And your banishment, we will never forget.
The wolf spoke calmly,
His eyes bright and sad.

The angel's voice was soft,
Menacing but still kind,
I want to play!
I don't want to be alone!
Her eyes filled with tears,
And glistened in the darkness,
As rain poured from the skies
From clouds that didn't exist.

Fires burst in the treetops,
Water filled the land,
The earth shook and rumbled,
And wind broke through the forest,
Snapping branches and anything in its path.

The world fell to flames and ashes
And the young woman with timeless eyes stared in wonder and sadness,
For she had only wanted to play.
The world came to an end,
From the angel's own sadness
And the water dripped from the trees
As the twilight gave way to madness
The moon perched overhead,
And silence echoed throughout the forest,
On the darkest night of the year.
At the stroke of midnight,
Darkness fell.

A myth about the end of the world. Nice and happy isn't it? The girl is based on me and my friend, and yes, we are that creepy most of the time. I seem to have an obsession with fallen angels and the end of the world. Ah well. Review!
Chione