Death Impending

Filled full with images of death
He found he felt himself no more
His fall into the void began in earnest
There was no up
There was no down
Silence, not a single sound
No light, no wind, no moisture’s worth
His senses overtook him then
but nothing, nothing, could amend the void

Until he moved himself from deep within
and a single flame began to burn
oh sight, how precious just to see
(or was it She that moved with him?)
yet still he was alone within his sense
of death impending
until she spoke for him again

And words began to flow
with a feeling of such deep emotion
that all he was responded
reaching out to capture
an illusive wisp upon the wind
for she had disappeared once more
while he sensed an open door
just as his newly opened eyes
began to seek in earnest...

? Michaelette ?

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