Somewhere, she lies.
The walls, blindingly white, bind her to this,
her deathbed.
She watches the people around her, the ones who have helped her,
cured her for these many long years, shake their heads in dismay,
and give up.
She feels the plague creeping through her veins, and realizes that she is so tired of fighting,
so exhausted from this life.
She surrenders herself to the blackness, afraid to enter this unknown dimension.
Somewhere, she walks
between worlds, neither day, nor night.
The fiery setting sun appears as a warning of Armageddon,
a sign of things that will come to pass.
The inky black night creeps slowly across the horizon, and the twinkling stars faintly call to her.
But standing miles upon miles, worlds upon worlds below,
she finds herself strangely comforted by the terrible beauty of the darkness.
She smiles, and surrenders herself to the night, unafraid.
She drifts upward, arms stretched towards the heavens,
until she is finally in her resting place among the starlight.
Looking down upon those below, she sees them,
Somewhere, in the strange place where she once was.
She sees them, panicking, fleeing from this peaceful, beautiful darkness.
She looks at them them, so afraid of the unknown, so unwilling to join her.
She watches them, wondering why they fear the twilight.
Somewhere, a child, lying in a strange place between darkness and light, hears her voice
breathing softly into his ear, comforting his weary mind,
delicately whispering,
Do not fear the twilight.
He closes his eyes and smiles, letting the beautiful blackness seep through his skin
and into his soul, unafraid.
