Melancholy is the only way to describe this night as I sit by this candlelight attempting to read while I am rooted in this chair as if a seed. Winds keep creeping around me as an eerie feeling is seeping into my domicile. What could this be, could it be my love coming back to me or is it the messenger of death trying to make me feel his breath. Six years and all that is left are the fears that I will continue to keep living foreve, the timing was unreal as I still do not know how to feel. But as I furment here the wind outside is causing me not to fear the sound of death entering my home to undoubtably take me away. All that one can do is pray that it is the day that death finally arrives to carry me to where my love calls her home. The wind is seeping in my doorway now. So I know death is creeping in on me, will he intrigue my will to die or will he come to deny the idea of afterlife so suddenly. Sitting, waiting watching the pendulum of the clock he doesnt even knock he must be trying to tempt me to challenge him freely. Tired of waiting I arise to go to the old wooden door which squeeks and creeks as it opens I pull it open fastly…. nothing before my wondering eyes, gazing left gazing right and lastly straight forward nothing but a crow. Looking into it’s eyes I cant look away slowly I begin to realize it’s not death knocking it is this crow who seems to be mocking my fiery eyes. Leaving the door open I retreat back inside waiting to see if this crow and I will meet. It must have been the crow that carried my love to God’s puppet show so why isn’t he taking me. Alas! movement he flys to my doorstep still gazing with those beedy eyes, I stand once more almost to implore that the devilish creature sweep me away. Still nothing as I stand and wait for my fate. With a flicker of his wing he begins to sing what I believe is the death song for me excitedly I smile as the bird continues for quite a while. Moments later he ends his raspy melody I approach him slowly squak he cries out as I still see his eyes. They almost begin to glow like to candlelights warm glow only the bird’s look wasn’t warm but cold, still standing bold I approach him still. Squak he cries out again this time enough to scare me enough to shout. The words rambled out as if they had been on my tongue for quite a spell:
“It is my time to die
why am I not on my deathbed
that is the only place I want to lie
dont pretend you are here to be fed
It is time to take me away
take me to my one true love
I dont want to stay
so please carry my soul up above”
Squak, squak, squak he cries out louder then before this time I fall to the floor angrily I shout
“You took all I had
yet you dont take me
Do you enjoy seeing me so sad?
take me or let me be
I can’t live like this
I want to go home
to feel that sweet kiss
from my love in her new home”
Squak, squak, squak then he flies away leaving me to the conclusion that I have no choice but to stay. As he flies my eyes are filled with tears not for me but my love that used to be. For the first time I really feel sad I must be bad to feel nothing since my love left me how can this me. Even more ironic I grab my heart whch I thought had grown apart from me I fall to the floor once more. I stare at the cieling and kept help but feeling remorse as I slowly die. Right befor I go home for good two things happen first my eyes begin to rome and the crow is on my heart where I am holding he talls me there is one thing I have to know. My love appears before me smiling with glee, she says I should have died by her side but I had more life to ride. My lack or remorse was a recourse to live more and regret being miserable which I did. As she mutters that last word I take one last look at the bird and I die.
