Darkness waits outside, evil lurks before
Saddness creeps inside, angels start to cry
Remembering tales of ancient lore,
He pleads with her to allow him to die.
She tells him stories of times long ago
Stories of kings, who are lost in their graves
He should not listen, but he wants to know
Were these rulers also just more of her slaves?
Whispering softly, she tells him again
That they were like him, slaves only to fate
That she did but free them, free them from sin,
"Tis only your God you now have to hate--
Before I leave you, I've one thing to say:
Never, my love, shall you forget this day.

"I am no saint, nor am I an angel.
Not of hell, nor heaven above am I
Listen closely and remember this well,
Nothing can kill me, I must choose to die.
The king of hell and the God of heaven,
May they bare witness to what I do say:
From the day time sun I remain hidden,
I hunt in the night and sleep in the day;
So old have I grown that it will be told
Nothing will kill me, nothing will harm me,
But perhaps in saying, I am too bold.
If I choose so, the flames can destroy me.
My ashes must be scattered, far and wide,
For if I come back, you had better hide."

--Sometime 2000--