The time has come

You know it in your soul, for I am your soul

You cannot escape me you are puny you are small

You are nothing

A hollow shell a rusty trap that cannot hold me

I burn you

Burning you I flare, Hot and bright and fierce and beautiful

You cannot stop me not with with wine or vows or the weight of age

You cannot stop me but still you try, still you run

You try to drown me but your voice is weak

I leave them behind me I leave it all behind me

I go to the dark place where I first met you

Before I learned what I am

I’m dying but I can’t die, I’m not finished yet

And you are not finished with me

Then something shuffles out of sight

Something sucks in the stale air and hisses

Gliding with ancient grace

Eyes gleaming untouched by love or joy or sorrow

Breath hot with the taste of dead and damned things

Shurely the fiercest survivor, the purest warrior

Glaring, hating, claiming me as his own