Algendhir

Rapture

Clip, clop, clip, clop - the footsteps which creeping closer and closer.

Tick, tock, tick, tock - the ticking as time passes.

 

Whose voice is it?

Whose arms are reaching for me?

Why so cold?

Why so frightening?

 

Grasping me tightly in a deadly embrace

As the light fades from my eyes

A beautiful smile takes my last breath away.