The darkness fell about me like a shroud with a presence almost living. A chill that freezes the soul envelope's me in a grip of despair. In the distance, forest sounds, mysterious and frightening set my senses on edge. As I strain to identify the unfamiliar sounds, the woods all at once fell silent, and faintly I hear a soft wailing upon the wind. Filled with remorse, I recognize the disembodied voice and weep in shame.
A lifetime ago we were to meet here. I set upon a quest for honors sake but was struck down in battles melee, and lay near death, mortally wounded. My love kept our rendezevue and the power of her passion would not permit her to wander. She waited until she was sure that I must be dead, and then she wept of a broken heart and love denied. These things I hear in the soft and mournful sobbing coming from everywhere and nowhere.
I was compelled to return to this spot to join my love, and end the longing in my soul, and her long sad wait. She died of a broken heart, here long ago. Now, I give up my mortal life to being with my hearts desire, because, you see, she waits here still.
William VanDorin © 2001
