Noir Cloak

The wind blew once again…and still her tears remained.

Did this mean that…?

And, thus, I was hushed…

I then realized that she was ebbing away…slowly vanishing in the candlelight…flickering in the wind…

Good-bye…

She whispered these words in a tender voice she had not yet used in her lifetime…she was, after all, merely a spirit now…

Under the oak tree we kept a promise…and still we remain…until the end of time…

I suddenly froze and fell to the ground…the coolness of blade in contact with my soft flesh…it…delighted me so…

I glanced at her and saw the stained-blood blade shining in her hand…

The leaves on the forest floor I have lain on were now all covered with my blood…

Let these leaves be a reminder, for they have seen my parting…

She stood up and turned away…I could see tears falling to her cheeks…

My faithlessness to the one I had once loves had its price…with my remaining strength, I whispered a few words that I hoped would be forever etched in the breeze that would constantly guide her…

"I'm sorry…"