• I weild my scythe
    He looked me straight in the eye, unphased
    And said,
    "I wish to ask you of a favor."

    I let a sneer
    Slip past my guard
    to hide the shock that he could see me
    My reply-
    "You're fool to think I would grant it,
    For if I give you anything, it would be not
    Something you wish to savor."

    He closed his eyes,
    A smiled curled upon his lips.
    "I never dreamed you would
    turn of this flavor."

    I swing my scythe
    Straight and true
    CLANG
    It slipped from my grip
    My eyes widened, my breath heightened
    The gentle breeze brought me to my knees
    Then I could see
    I was all coming back to me
    I was at the mercy of my memories.

    His eyes are gems
    Cheeks like roses
    The sweet smell of caramel

    As I froze
    He smiled that crooked long-forgotten smile
    then seized my itching wrist and pulled me close.
    A burning sensation flow through my hollow veins
    A memory of a distant day,
    A Forgotten day.
    Should I embrace these memories?
    Will I be gone?
    Doomed to walk the Earth unseen?
    Think of the consequences...
    Embrace it?
    I think...
    I shall